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The Voyeur

By: jass1960



James wandered into the glade, it looked ideal for his purposes. He had stopped off in the woods outside Taunton on the way back from a weekend away and was hoping to enjoy some voyeurism. He didn't see himself as a pervert, just highly sexed and he loved watching people make love nearly as much as 'the real thing'. The glade was bathed in sunshine and would surely attract lovers, being off the beaten track but also reasonably accessible. From James's point of view it was ideal, ringed with trees and bushes which would conceal him from amorous couples.

Shrugging off his shirt he lay on the verdant grass to enjoy the late afternoon sunshine, but the grueling drive and a couple of pints at a local hostelry soon took their toll and he dozed off to sleep. It was nearly twenty minutes later that he awoke to the sound of laughter coming from the path leading to the clearing. 

Judging that he had insufficient time to make it to his designated hiding place James sat quietly to be greeted to the sight of an attractive woman, her breasts bouncing, being chased giggling into the glade, her companion only yards behind.

The couple looked surprised to see someone in 'their' glade and were more than a little disappointed. James guessed that they had come for some sexy fun and he wanted to watch, so he brightly smiled and waved a greeting.

'Hi, I'm James, come and sit down. I'm was just about to leave so you can have the place to yourself' He smiled knowingly at the woman and noticed the beginnings of a blush on her neck.

The couple introduced themselves as Gill & Mike and they sat with James discussing desultory things, such as the weather (good) and Villa's chances in the forthcoming season (poor). As they chatted he could see Gill appraising his body and under her scrutiny his cock started to stiffen. There was no doubt that she could see the bulge in his jeans and her nipples started to harden with passion. After a few minutes he got lightly to his feet, his cock bulging obscenely in his jeans, put on his shirt and bidding Gill & Mike goodbye left the clearing.

He didn't go far, 20 yards from the glade he stepped off the track into the trees and sure-footedly crept back to the edge of the glade and peered from behind a giant Oak. Although he had only been gone less than a minute Gill & Mike had wasted no time. Gill was already stroking Mike's cock and he was freeing Gill's gorgeous breasts from the confines of a sexy black bra.

From his vantage point James smiled as he watched the couple in action and listened to their sex chat.

'Oh! Did you see that bulge in his jeans? God! I wanted to unzip him and suck his cock into my mouth. I wished he had stayed a bit longer I was getting so hot and wet. Mike, you would have let me fuck him wouldn't you?'

Mike nodded his assent as he lowered his mouth to an erect nipple, she meanwhile continued to play with his throbbing cock as she fantasised about fucking James.

'If only he had stayed, I've always wanted two cocks. You could have rammed your cock into me from behind whilst I sucked on his hard dick. You could have both sucked my breasts at the same time. Oh! You could both have shot your sperm onto my tits. Oh! Mike fuck me! FUCK ME!'

James turned away from the sexy scene and hidden from behind his tree kicked off his espadrilles, shrugged off his shirt, unzipped his jeans and pulled them down over his muscular thighs. He wasn't wearing underwear and his cock sprang to attention. He played with himself before finally removing his jeans and naked, sporting a massive hard-on, turned his attention back to the couple.

In the interim Mike had risen to his feet and had divested himself of his clothing. He stood over Gill playing with his straining cock.

'Get to your feet, woman' he ordered

Gill rose

'Get your clothes off, you slut'

Gill started to strip taking off her blouse first. James watched fascinated as her lovely breasts came into view. Then she undid the zip at the side of her skirt and let it fall to the floor revealing her sexy black knickers.

'Come on hurry up'

But Gill was in no hurry and she calmly pulled her knickers over her thighs to reveal her completely shaven fanny. As soon as she was naked Mike pushed her to her knees and stood rampant in front of her.

'Suck my Cock'

She needed no encouragement and took Mike's huge member into her mouth, now it was Mike's turn to talk about James.

'So you want to fuck another man do you? You want to feel another man's cock up your cunt do you? You want him to feel your breasts, to suck your tits, to come on your tits. You want to fuck that bloke we have just seen, don't you. You are a slut and what do sluts get'

They had obviously played this game before because Gill immediately answered. 

'Punished'

'Yes, punished. I'm going to spank you and then I 'm going to shove my cock up you until you scream'

From his hiding place James could see that Gill didn't look in the slightest bit concerned, in fact she looked like she was loving every minute. Mike positioned her on all fours with her bottom in the air and her pert breasts hanging down to the forest floor. He proceeded to spank her soundly calling her names on each blow. After about ten blows Mike reached between her legs and felt her - she was dripping.

'You want me to fuck you, you want me to fuck you from behind and you're going to pretend that it is that stud we saw earlier fucking you, aren't you?'

Gill nodded her agreement as Mike parted her lips with one hand he guided his cock in with the other. With one mighty thrust he slammed his cock up her tight wet fanny. As Gill gave out a loud moan James, cock in hand, looked on and thought that this was probably as good as time as any to get in on the action.

James walked back onto the path all the time playing with himself and walked slowly into the clearing. Mike was pounding into Gill who had her face pressed to the ground so it was Mike who saw him first. Mike put a finger to his lips and beckoned James over to his side.

Gill we have a visitor Mike said as he pulled out of his partner to be immediately replaced by James. Gill lifted her head from the forest floor to see her lover wanking his cock whilst another man eased his dick up her fanny. All three participants were as horny as hell, so much so that when James found Gill's clitoris she started to scream that her orgasm was coming. As her orgasm thundered through her body her screams and spasms set James off and he shot his come up her fanny . That was too much for Mike whose sperm shot from his hard cock over his partner and her new-found lover. 

As they sank to the forest floor James though what a great day he was having, but it wasn't over yet. Gill had always wanted two men and she wasn't going to let him get away without a full session

Within minutes she was laid on her back with a man sucking each breast and with a semi-stiff cock in each hand. As they sucked on her nipples and drove her delirious she wanked them both to full hardness. Then she changed position and bade James to lick her whist she sucked on Mike's cock. Finally she changed again to her favourite position and took James's cock in her mouth whilst Mike fucked her from behind. As they fucked James reached for her beautiful breasts and Mike played with her clitoris driving her to one, two and finally three orgasms.

As she experienced her third orgasm Mike could hold out no longer and shot his load up her. Feeling that Gill frantically sucked James's cock forcing the come from his balls to shoot down her throat.

The Voyeur



Lorna had known for a long time just how much Clive enjoyed watching her dress and undress, especially if she were dressing for a special occasion. What she didn't realise was just the extent to which he would go to accomplish this desire of seeing his wife in various forms of undress. In fact, were the truth known, she probably didn't realise that rather than being something he enjoyed doing, it was something that turned him on sexually.

Lorna sat upon the bed, it had been quite an exhausting day at work and right now the one thing she needed was a hot steaming bath. The water was already running, the steam billowing out from the bathroom. She loved the new turbo bath, acting like a whirlpool; it agitated the water thus soothing the body. Lorna quickly disrobed and walked into the bathroom, stepping straight into the water and sinking down into the welcoming heat.

She lay back the water swirling about her as she began the gentle process of washing. The heat unnoticed, seeped into her being, the motion of the water cleaning away the grime of the day. She sighed and sank lower into the water, "God this is good. There's only one thing better than a hot bath", she giggled.

The sensation was at first unnoticed, as her mind ran over the day's work. As she began to relax more and more however, she became aware, that one of the jets of water was angled directly toward her. When she had slipped lower into the water, she had brought this pressure stream into close proximity to her pussy, close enough to begin the stirrings of a reaction within her.

Lorna looked absent-mindedly along the length of her body, noticing how the jet of water ruffled the hairs around her pubis. The light brown downy hair waved about in the strong currents. A slight smile played upon her lips as she slowly opened her legs, letting the hot stream of water pulse towards her opening petals. Before too long, her legs were as wide as the bath would allow, a gentle tingling sensation began in her stomach and worked its way outwards; to the tops of her thighs and up into her chest. Lorna slipped even closer to the jet, the sensation of a throbbing hard organ pushing towards her increased. Her excitement began to focus itself around the pubic area and her nipples hardened into full erection. 

Casting her eyes down across her body she was aware of the swelling erectile tissue, not just her breasts, but even from this prone position she was witnessing her vulva swelling and opening. She gasped, as she became more aware of her heightening sexual excitement. She studied how her nipples took all of the areola into themselves as they hardened. It looked almost like her nipples had been put between two lips and sucked hard. The thought seemed to make them pulse in excitement. She gasped again involuntarily.

The warm glowing in and around her fanny was intensifying as it appeared that the water was trying to push its way passed her engorged lips and deep into her. Lorna's breathing was getting more erratic as she realised that things were fast getting out of control. Sitting upright, she pulled the plug and stepped from the bath. She was not used to feeling like this, at least not without her husband.

"It must be his continued attempts at getting me to play with myself", she said to her confused reflection in the mirror. Towelling herself down she glanced at the clock. 16:00 hours, her husband will be home in an hour or so and they will be rushing out to lunch, so she started to lay her clothes out on the bed making her choice.

Shall I wear stockings or tights, she thought. She knew which her husband would prefer. Trouble was he'd been so tired recently and hardly seemed to notice what she wore. Anyway, as she was going to wear a flowing dress, she knew she could get away with wearing her stockings. Besides, they made her feel sexy.

Turning once more to the mirror she stopped to look at herself, and from this angle could see that her pussy lips were still quite swollen, not to mention her nipples. Her cheeks were also slightly flushed, "oh stop it for goodness sake", she shouted at her reflection. Lorna then proceeded to get dressed saying, "its wrong for me to turn myself on when my husband is not here".

Her new black suspender belt was a good buy; it was decorated with little red roses and fitted tightly around her slim waist. As she put it on, the elasticated stocking supports dangled free, she checked out her pubic hair. Knowing that Clive didn't like a great amount of hair there she kept it short, usually cut into the shape of a heart, small enough to be covered by her bikini bottoms. It was just right at the moment and needed no attention.

The slight whirring sound that was emanating from the wardrobe went unnoticed by Lorna as she searched through her stocking draw for a matching pair. She would not have considered in her wildest dreams that Clive would set up a camera to fulfil his fantasies. 

What he had done was put the camera on timer and it had been filming her ever since she had come into the room to disrobe. The camera was well

hidden, but even if it hadn't been, she was not looking for it. It was a sophisticated piece of equipment that not only had auto-focus, but also auto-tracking. This meant that it would follow a moving target, and close in to frame it. Already it had noticed the flushed face, erect nipples and bulging labia of the excited Lorna. But what was to follow?

A pair of black seamed stockings in her hand, Lorna sat on the bed and gathered one of them up. Slipping her foot into it, she drew it up he leg, stretching the material over her knee and upward across her thigh. She thrilled at how soft the soap had left her skin. Facing the camera she did up first one clip and then the other. Raising her other leg to the bed, she gathered up the other stocking and pulled it on clipping it in place. She then proceeded to adjust the seams. The camera focused strongly at the conjunction of her thighs as they splayed slightly apart. A glance at the mirror confirmed what she already knew to be true. Stockings looked really good on her. Moving to the bedside cupboard, she opened the top draw, unaware of the eye that followed her. Withdrawing a very skimpy back "G-string" she slid it up her legs and over her prized possession. Deciding against a bra, she slipped into a black silk blouse thrilling at the coolness of the material and giggling at the response from her nipples as they once again began to swell into full erection. Finishing off her ensemble with a suede skirt and boots, she went back to the draw to close it. "How's that", she said as she twirled in front of the mirror in passing, as she reached the draw, she noticed something which made her gasp. She wasn't sure why she gasped, because she had seen this object before. It was a latex mould of her husband's erect cock. In her heightened sexual excitement it was enough to make that sensation start in her stomach again and it didn't help that her fully erect nipples were rubbing against the silky material keeping her in a constant state of arousal. Her breathing making them rub exquisitely.

Lorna sat upon the bed taking the erect cock from the draw. It still had some fluid in it from the night before when they had tried to use it, she wasn't ready then. The battery pack for the built-in vibrator clanged against the draw, she sighed involuntarily.

If there was one thing Lorna loved, it was her husband's cock, and if there was one thing she loved more than that, it was sucking her husband's cock. She raised the cock to her lips now allowing her tongue to play around the crown of the phallus. Gently squeezing on the bulb at the end she ejaculated the warm fluid onto her tongue and chin. A shuddered ran through her and gripping her thighs together only made it worse.

Of course, the camera had caught all of this, the shudder, the hard nipples

blatantly showing through the material of the blouse. Lorna's hand strayed to her left breast. She began to gently rub the mound through the soft material, caressing the pert nipple. Her legs, unnoticed by her had opened slightly. "Oooohh mmmmmm" she muttered. Lorna raised the erection to her mouth again, noticing how closely the moulding resembled her favourite bit of flesh, noticed too that it still smelled faintly of her odour, where Clive had used it on her the previous night. Her left hand slipped from her breast and slid inside the material onto the hot taut skin of her right breast, her breath was coming in pants as putting down the cock she ran her other hand down the length of her body from her chest to her stomach. It continued over the small mounds of the suspender belt clips across her thigh to the hem of her skirt, drawing it slowly up over the knees and along to the darkened area of her stocking tops. She looked directly at the camera as she opened her legs further. The "v" of the "G-string" came into view, framed by a few wisps of her pubic hair. Her legs moved wider as she groaned, "just look at the state of you, your knickers are soaking wet!" It became obvious that she had been dripping juices ever since she had left the bath. Undoing the buttons on her blouse, she released her firm rounded breasts, sure now that she must finish what was started in the bathroom.

Clasping a breast in each hand she squeezed the nipples mercilessly, bringing one of them up to her eager mouth. Her tongue lashing out to flick the hard erectile tissue as she slipped it between her lips and sucked hard. Standing, she moved closer to the mirror and watched herself with mixed feelings of guilt and pleasure as she gave in to her immediate needs.

Lorna dropped a hand to the waist band of her skirt and with a swish it slipped down the silky thighs and fell to the floor, once again revealing the black clad legs and tiny knickers, wet to the touch and already heavy with her scent. 

Raising her leg, she placed it on the stool by the mirror, "ooooohmmmm", escaped her lips as she gazed upon the now fully distended folds of her vagina clearly visible beneath the skimpy material. She pulled aside the knickers and watched as her fingers gently probed the folds, pulling them apart. Her fingers glided easily along the cleft and slid into her vagina, lubricated by the copious flow of her juices. As she drew her fingers back she came across the obstruction of her clitoris, swollen and hard like a small phallus. As Clive had urged her to on many an occasion, she pulled her lips wider apart and stared at the reflection. Her fingers continued to work around the swelling and would occasionally enter the hole of her vagina.

With wobbling legs Lorna turned to the bed and reached for the latex cock,

as her hand grabbed hold of the erection she collapsed on the bed in the convulsions of her first self-produced orgasm. "Oh God, mmmmm that's good, mmmm yes, yes uuuhhh!" Her fingers had slipped easily into her fanny and had begun to pump into her. Sitting up she continued to masturbate until the climax was over. Her fingers slipped from her with a wet squelch and she immediately placed them in her mouth and sucked off all her juices. She ran her now soaking hand up and down the shaft in a wanking motion, lubricating it. "Lets see if I can't take all of you now"

Her legs remained wide open, as facing the camera she gently began to insert the enormous head of the dildo into her tight fanny. Rivulets of her juices dripped from her lips as they gripped tightly upon the shaft. Halfway in she paused to switch on the vibrator and with it gently buzzing she pushed it fully home. "Ooooohhh uuuuhhh ooooohhhh yesss, yes that's good uuummm". Within a matter of a few seconds she was convulsing in her second orgasm, this one even more intense than the last. Her left hand ruthlessly pinching her nipples, the vibrating head of the penis pushed deep inside her then, pulled out, only to be forced against the clitoris. Before she realised what was happening, she had produced another climax as she continued to fuck the shaft, her other hand roaming all over her body. 

The walls of her fanny gripping the shaft in muscular contractions as she cried out, "oooooohhhhhh I don't believe I'mmmmm commmmming againnn. Uuuuuuuhhh hhhuhhhhh uuuuuuummmmmmmmm, yesss yessss, ohhh God!!" As the orgasm intensified, she squeezed on the bulb at the base of the shaft and sent hot spurts of fluid into her. "Yeahh ahhhhh yes, yes, huhhh, yes". With both hands now gripping her nipples and the cock firmly gripped between her thighs she continued until spent. 

Gently withdrawing the rubber cock, she ran it slowly over her body, over her nipples and into her mouth. Tipping back her head, she passes the cock across her lips, the tongue flicking out sucking at her juices. The head of the cock slowly passes between her lips as she pushes the shaft down her throat swallowing it whole and depositing the remaining fluid in short bursts of ejaculation. "Now that's a blow job, Clive watch out, because you're getting that next time I get my mouth on you!"



The Voyeur



I can't believe my luck. I have been wanting to fuck this woman every since I saw her at the airport. When I saw her that fateful afternoon I just knew it, I had to have her for my own, and very soon. After I followed her to the motel that she was staying in; luck would have it, she is staying in one of the rooms on the ground floor. It was great, this room had a sliding glass door, easy to break into. 

I saw her leave later that evening, heading towards the motel restaurant. Perfect-I can make my move. She dines alone, all the while I am watching her from the end of the bar. As she nears the end of her meal I order a glass of wine from the Bartender. When he turns his back to me I easily dump the powder contents from a sleeping pill into it. I swirl the amber liquid around so there are no traces of it in the glass. Then I get the Bartender's attention.

"Hey Buddy, can you come here for a moment?" I ask him. "Sure man, what's up?"

"I have this glass of wine here and I was going to give it to the lady sitting over there, but suddenly I don't have the nerve, could you please help me out here?" 

The Bartender laughs, "Sure Buddy." and he heads over to her table. As he hands her the glass of wine she looks my way. I raise my glass as to toast her. I down my drink as she looks. After I finish my drink I walk towards her. 

"Enjoy your wine, I thought you could use it." I tell her with my playboy smile. 

"Thank you." she shyly replies.

I make no attempt to sit down, I simply stare at her until she slowly raises the glass to her lips, drinking down half the glass at one time. I smile.

"Well, you have a very good evening, I will leave you to the rest of your wine." and out the door I am gone. 

I sit in my car and I watch for her. About twenty minutes goes by, and I see her walking down the sidewalk to her room. 

I am in this city far away from home. A man has been watching me and I didn't even realize this. Every where I go he has been there watching and thinking about how he will take me and torture me with his body. He wants to make me beg him to fuck me. Tonight I feel he will make his move. He will enter my motel room while I am sleeping. I will never hear him coming. He knows that I sleep in the nude, he has been watching me through the gap in my curtains. He will start with me while I am asleep. What he does will feel so good I will assume I am dreaming. Kissing my back and my neck while I am sleeping. Massaging my plump, ripe ass. When he finally puts his fingers in me I am soaking wet. He gently gets me to roll over to my back. Gently so he won't wake me. He kisses my chest, while still fingering my juicy pussy. He straddles my chest and feeds me his now hard cock. Sliding it in nice and slow. He doesn't want to wake me. I must be dreaming good. After I get his cock nice and slick he moves slowly off me. He slides himself in me. Fucking nice and slow-he knows if he wakes me he will have a fight on his hands. My pussy feels so good he can't help himself. I must be dreaming good, I am really getting into it. I am moving my legs around like I am trying to roll over. He backs away and I do.

I take her from behind.... slowly entering her as she raises her bottom. I gently caress her breasts and softly kiss her neck. She is really starting to enjoy her dream, and keeping her movements in tandem with mine. After about 10 minutes of some extreme pleasure, while I am spreading our juices over her ass, she feels me slip away from her, only to find that there's a gentle pressure in another area close by. I am very gentle; I don't want to wake her and I certainly don't want to hurt her. But she has done this before and truly enjoys it. 

Little by little I enter her ass, until I am fully consumed by her; all the while I am massaging her hot and very wet clit. This is when we really start rocking, and rocking, until we are both sweating and achieve our orgasm together. This is sure one hell of a dream for him! I don't want to leave, but I am afraid that if she awakes, there will be trouble. So I quietly and quickly get dressed and leave her. She awakes to find that she is all wet, yet completely satisfied, sexually. 

She prays for another dream like this...I know I am dreaming and I never want to wake up. It has been to long since I have gotten a great fucking, too much time on the road, and I know if I wake up I will have that same empty, lonely feeling again.

After awaking the next morning she is so fulfilled, she doesn't know how or even realize what has happened to her, all she knows is that she wants to have this dream over and over again. As she leaves her motel for the day he is there watching her even more, and playing the nights activities over and over in his head.

I am starting to get hard again, damn I have to have her again, but I know that eventually I will get caught, is it worth that, is it worth the fight that he knows she will put up? The best thing would be to follow her and introduce himself to her and strike up a conversation and work himself in that way, but it wouldn't be nearly as exciting. He takes a chance and walks close by her, she catches a whiff of his cologne, damn she thinks, there is something familiar about that smell, what is it? She can feel herself getting wet and she doesn't understand why.

But she doesn't have time to think about this right now; she is late for her appointment. She takes a taxi downtown to meet with her client. Business keeps her until early evening, when she and her client decide that a leisurely dinner is in order. They are both getting hungry now, and after all, her client IS rather attractive and just about the right age for her, she thinks. Plus, they can continue the business discussion and then hopefully she may be able to wrap up her business and get back home earlier than planned. 

Her client brings her to a nice, quiet restaurant. Very romantic, actually, with dim lighting and Frank Sinatra crooning to soft music. He's thinking that she is rather nice looking, and with just a little luck on his side, who knows? He IS Irish, and you know what they say about the luck o' the Irish!

Dinner goes very well. The food is wonderful, the service is great, and they are able to get some business details out of the way before the conversation turns personal. Small talk, at first, then as more and more wine is consumed, it becomes more personal until the discussion turns to romance and sex. As the evening progresses, they talk about their past lovers, and each tells the other of their most exciting encounter. They are both getting very horny, but this is her client and she doesn't want to appear too easy. 

She knows that she'll still be in town for another couple of days yet to wind up her business deal. So there's plenty of time for another dinner and whatever else follows. But then she starts thinking about the dream she had last night. And how she would give anything to make that a reality. 

As they leave the restaurant and approach her taxi, he boldly takes her in his arms and kisses her. She doesn't object, and contrarily, very passionately kisses him back while letting her tongue explore his. He tells her he must leave but would like to meet with her later, as he has something that he needs to tend to. She agrees, tells him where she is staying, and laughingly promises to stay awake as he tells her that it will be late before he arrives. There is that smell again, it is driving her crazy and she doesn't understand why. 

Back at the motel, the voyeur watches her arrive. She stumbles, since she has had a little too much to drink, and the taxi driver helps her inside. As the taxi leaves, he approaches to get a closer look and watches intently as she slowly undresses, showers and changes into the sexiest lingerie he has ever seen. Or maybe it's just her very sexy body and the fact that he is getting so horny watching her. 

She is SO hoping that this will turn out like her dream last night. It bothers her that this is her client and that they've only just met, but she did find him rather attractive and the thought of making that dream come true is just too overpowering to let these concerns get in the way of it. She wants this to happen more than anything. So while she waits, she has a few more glasses of wine, until sleep overcomes her. She decides that maybe a few winks would do her some good, so she turns off the light and rests her eyes. She falls asleep and the Voyeur decides to make his move. He has been watching her in her lingerie for over an hour now and he's been getting harder and harder, watching her every move and anticipating having sex with her again. The crotch less panties are a nice touch, he thinks, and wonders if she dresses this way every night. He remembers the intense pleasure that she gave him last night and swears that he'll get that same enjoyment once again tonight. He knows that it is wrong, but the pure, carnal animal instinct is just too much. He is as hard as a rock now. 

He tries the door, and finds that it is unlocked! He thanks his lucky stars as he removes his clothing and very gently and quietly lays down next to her on her bed. He touches her softly, stroking her skin while giving her soft kisses all over her body. She is still asleep, but she detects a familiar odor. It's his cologne, and she immediately associates it with the man in her dream from last night! She moves slowly onto her back as he puts his face to her pussy. He smells her scent and it drives him wild. His tongue parts her lips and teases her clit. She reaches out and finds his extremely hard cock right near her face. 

She takes it into her mouth and slowly starts licking and nibbling him. It is driving him mad to have her mouth on his cock. After a few minutes of this attention on his cock he can't stand it anymore, he slides his cock from her mouth only to replace it in her soaking wet pussy. From her sleep she moans mmmmm. He freezes. He is not sure if she has awakened or not. He doesn't want to take the chance. After a few minutes of pure torture for him he realizes that she is still sleeping, he begins his movements again. Sliding in and out, picking up speed and pounding harder. He can't help himself, he has to fuck harder and harder, her pussy is gripping him, milking his cock of all the cum that he has. 

After fucking her for several long minutes this way he finally can hold back no longer, her fingernails have dug into his back and he can feel her starting to cum. Her pussy has gripped him hard, he can't take it, with a final shove he cums deep inside her. After he is through cumming he slowly gets off her and gathers his clothes. As he turns around to get dressed he doesn't see her reaching for the bedside lamp. 

With a click the room is illuminated in bright light, he freezes. The woman leans up and looks at him, only to hear her stay, "I don't know where you think you are going but you need to come back to bed, you have fucked me twice now while I was sleeping, now you are going to do me while I am awake and can really enjoy it." with those words her voyeur crawls back into bed with her and they fuck the night away.

The next morning she awakens only to realize that her client never showed up the night before. "well it doesn't matter to me, the fucking that I got was worth more than any business deal I could of gotten from him.



The Voyeur



She sat on the wooded side of the bubbling stream in a bed of pine needles, leaning up against a tall pine and rolling a needle in between her fingers.

Alone in her thoughts, she felt the soft breeze as it reached her from the meadow across the stream. She enjoyed seeing the grasses painted by the invisible brush of the breeze.

Her attention was suddenly drawn to movement at the top of the hill, next to the unclouded sky: first, graceful movements, and then, to her great pleasure, she realized it was a woman, alone in thought, dragging her wide-brimmed hat through the grasses as she walked leisurely down the hill to the huge, old oak with the swing.

She didn't see the woman sitting by the pine tree, sitting taller now and frozen as her eyes followed this unsuspecting woman slowly coming down the hill to what was, evidently, her special and secret retreat. Even though the stream was between them, and the tree a fair distance away, the voyeur held her breath, as if breathing would give her away. She sat still and watched as the woman approached the tree...touching it as she would touch a lover....intimately....knowingly....as if she and the tree shared many secrets.

Suddenly, the woman watching wanted to discover what those secrets were...who this woman was....what was on the other side of that hill...what made this haven hers....what was actually under that dress....what did she smell like...and continued - almost guiltily - watching as the woman with the flowing hair and thin dress sat on the porch swing which hung heavily from the massive oak, shading her pale skin from the summer sun.

As she sat on the swing, gently bringing motion to her perch, she sat up slightly and turned her head toward the stream, feeling something was amiss. The Voyeur held her breath, eyes locked in on this gift she watched intently, and breathed a sigh of relief to know she had not been discovered. The fair one shook her head, believing she was imagining something and sat back in her swing, kicking her sandals from her feet before tucking them beneath her, tossing her hat onto the ground.

As suddenly as she appeared at the top of the hill, she lay back and threw one leg over the back of the swing. The woman who watched her could not open her eyes wide enough in anticipation of what was about to be her most wonderful fantasy come true.

Slowly and deliberately, the woman on the swing reached for the hem of her skirt and began to pull the gossamer fabric across her legs...revealing pale calves....then, a bent knee...and the raised thigh was exposed, with the skirt falling onto her stomach.

She drug her nails across her legs as if she were making love to herself...and the woman who watched from across the stream then realized that this was exactly what was about to take place....and was thankful to the gods for her good fortune! Her breathing became ragged as she watched the young woman's left hand reach back behind her head and grab the rope above the arm of the swing. Her right hand slid down her thigh and moved slowly to the delicate hair between her legs.

The Voyeur stood now, holding on to the pine tree, as if for balance. She knew she was intruding on a very private moment, and yet she could not make herself look away, so intense was her own desire for this unknown woman. She wanted to run to her and take her, yet she couldn't seem to make her legs move....she wanted to take her in her arms and smother her pale skin with kisses, yet her hand seemed to be implanted in the tall, old pine tree.

She saw the woman reach with her left hand to join the right one and watched with an aching between her own legs as the woman explored her wetness...opening her lips...satisfying her need....and still unaware that she was being watched. She stared ~ openly now and moving forward slightly ~ as the woman began moving delicately beneath her own touch, her chest rising more rapidly with growing excitement.

Gasping audibly, The Voyeur swallowed hard, as the woman on the swing arched her back, quickly moved one hand beneath her blouse and squeezed hard, swollen nipples. She heard ~ above the murmur of the stream, falling innocently along the stones ~ the woman's moans of self-pleasure, saw her writhing as her hand quickened it pace in the warm, moist and most secret place.

And then, from a place deep within her pale body, came a moan so deep, yet ethereal, it belied her innocence. It came forth in a scream of passion as her back arched to meet her insistent fingers. She came hard, her orgasm wracking her body and it appeared that she might have even stopped breathing...just as her audience had. Her gasps turned to moans.....her moans to whimpers and the writhing of her body slowed to a more natural rhythm, her hands lying across her hair and breast.

The woman who watched discovered her own hand at her throat, which was parched from her own gasping, felt the warm wetness between her own legs, and, coming back to her own reality of what she had just witnessed, found herself to be standing in the middle of the bubbling brook....she looked up in time to see the woman in white rising from the swing, gathering up her things, leaning against the tree ~ as if to give her loving goodbyes ~ and made her way slowly up the hill to her unseen destination.

The Voyeur could not take her eyes from the departing figure of grace. And, in astonishment, froze, as the woman - at the top of the hill now - stopped and slowly turned to glance toward the stream. She purposefully met the eyes of her audience and then, with a smile as soft as the breeze they had both experienced, she raised her graceful hand in good-bye and disappeared over the hill which met the perfect sky.

©Kennedy Flynn



The Voyeur



He found out! It can't be. How? Fear sliced through me like a hot flash of lightning. How'd he find out about Mike?

"How could you say such a thing?" I asked, feigning outrage and innocence.

Before answering Ron scrutinized me for a reaction. "I have my sources," he said quietly. 

To continue to deny would have been hopeless. He was too confident. Had he hired a private detective?

He smiled, and I detected a strange twinkle in his eyes. Did my reaction amuse him? Or was he trying to mask his intent to hurt me?

"I've had you followed. The only question now, is what are we going to do about it?"

His face took on a strange, chilling look. I began to tremble, but before the retribution he had in mind might have been revealed in his gaze, his face went blank and a grey film seemed to slip across his eyes. Did he intend to exact the kind of punishment he'd described to me in one of his sadistic sexual fantasies? One that turned him on the most?

Did he intend his fantasy to become reality for Mike and me?

Weak with shame and trembling with fear, I averted my gaze. I knew the man I married had his quirky—maybe even kinky ways, but the threat I saw now was much more real and terrible than mere fantasy.

From the very beginning of our time together, Mike Hamblin and I had been extremely guarded about our meetings. Above all, we agreed that we could not let ourselves fall in love. Our liaison would continue only for the joy of sex. If either of us felt it was becoming anything more serious, it would have to end immediately.

How much Ron actually knew about Mike and me I could only guess, but it was clear he'd discovered I was involved with another man. What he might do about it I didn't know, and I didn't want to find out. Maybe I should try to placate him.

"Ron, I'm sorry. I didn't want to hurt you, and I sure don't want us to divorce, I..."

"And I don't want to divorce you, Ronda. At first I wanted to kill you, cut you up and dump you in the river, but although slicing and dicing you might give me a cheap thrill, it would be very messy and I would probably end up getting the needle or spending the rest of my life in jail. So I decided there was another way."

As terrible and scary as it was, that cutting me up thing didn't really surprise me. He told me a year or two after we were married, in more detail than I wanted to hear, how he would like to dissect a women's body. He claimed he knew a gay mortician that he had confided his sick fantasy to, and had asked him if there might be a way he could let him cut on some young woman before she was to be cremated. It was the only time since our wedding night that an erection had raised its mushroom head from his crotch. Is this the kind of fantasy he intends to include Mike and me in? A chill crawled down my spine.

"What is this other way?" I asked, curious, yet afraid to learn what he had in mind.

"I'm going to let you and lover boy have your affair. The only condition is, whenever I feel the need, I want to watch you two fuck each other."

My jaw dropped. My legs suddenly turned to rubber. "What in the world would that do for you?" I asked with a tremulous quaver in my voice.

"It's one of the things that really turns me on, watching a man and woman screw, and I want to take pictures while you're doing it. You must know by now that watching turns me on. But of course, there are lots of other things that make me horny too." he emphasized, and sneered as his gaze lingered on my breasts.

"I don't know, this all sounds pretty weird. I'm not sure he'll go along with it."

Ron's face suddenly twisted into a scowl and his hands balled into fists. "You tell lover boy that's the deal. Either, you and he go along with it or I'll kill you both and cut up your bodies, paying special attention to the parts that got you into this."

He glared at me as he waited for my answer. My tremors began again. "Okay, but give me chance to talk with him first."

"Just don't take too long to get back to me."

I nodded slowly.

"Oh, one more thing. Tell him I know this gay mortician friend who might also want to join our little parties, although it probably wouldn't be you he would be interested in."

Through a blur of tears I said, "God, Ron, this is just too sick. In good conscience I could never get involved in something like this." 

"Now, Ronda, you know that's not true," he sneered and said in a patronizing of voice. "Don't you remember that time right after we got married, when you got drunk and I invited that black guy to our motel room and let him have his way with you—while I watched."

"You mentioned that once before, and I told you then I didn't believe you. If it had happened I would surely have remembered it. Anyway, I would never have allowed it happen."

"Unless you were slipped a ruffee. You know, passed out drunk—and you were. This must be what they call denial," he said, "because I remember it, and you should too. That guy was a big basketball player, and he had the longest, thickest pecker I've ever seen. In fact, I got a little worried when he spread your legs and rammed it in you. I thought he was gonna to split you in two."

"Listen, Ron Butcher, if it had actually happened I know I would remember something like that. And I don't remember, so as far as I'm concerned it didn't happen." I fell into thoughtful silence for a moment before continuing. "If it had happened, how would that make you feel, knowing another man was brutalizing your wife like that?"

He shrugged and a little smile played across his lips. "I got so hot and hard I squirted all over myself."

I didn't know what to say to this. He seemed to have no sympathy or respect for my body, my feelings, or my self esteem.

"Oh by the way, Ronda, you think what he did was brutal? If he had done what he wanted to do, that would have been brutal."

I was sure I didn't want to hear what he would say next, but curiosity and I took the plunge. "What could possibly have been worse than what you say he did to me? What else did..."

"Did he want to do?" Ron finished. "He wanted to begin by shoving his prick all the way down your throat. When I said no, he then wanted to ram it into your butt. Of course, I said no to that as well." Ron squirmed uncomfortably, and then he reached down, unzipped his fly and struggled for a moment before his erect penis popped into view. It was the first erection I had seen him have in a long time. He looked at me and smirked, and then his eyes glazed over again. He grasped his prick and began to masturbate.

I was certain none of this story had ever happened, but I could see by his condition that telling it to me turned him on. Did his fantasy also include cutting on my breasts—or cutting them off, as he had earlier suggested when describing another sadistic fantasy to me. 

I guess I could have patronized him and played along. I could have nourished his fantasy to orgasm with stimulating conversation. It might have been the safest thing to do, but I wasn't about to. I turned and looked into a small mirror on the wall in front of me. Reflecting back a mask of shock and horror. Unable to spend another minute with Ron, I turned without a word, left the apartment, and went down to my car to call Mike.

When I told him what had happened, Mike sighed. "Maybe we'd better play along for now. You know your husband better than I. Maybe he's only bluffing to force us to become a part of his weird fantasies. But we don't know for sure what his intentions are. At this point we can't go to the police; the kind of threats he's made are not enough to make it a police matter. They know that most people who harbor violent fantasies don't act on them. Let's just play along until we can determine if he actually intends to carry them out."

"Okay." And then after a pause I said, "Mike I want to see you. Right now. Can we meet somewhere?"

I felt a powerful need to be with him. I needed his shoulder for emotional support. I also needed his arms around me, his lips pressed to mine, his hands gently exploring my body.

The silence on the line was so long I thought the call had dropped out. 

"I want to see you too," he finally said. He hesitated and then continued. "But that may present a problem."

"What do you mean? What kind of problem?"

"What would he do if you and I went right to a motel without telling him? If we did do that, he'd surely find out."

"I really don't care at this point. All I want now is for us to be together. I want you to hold me, I want you to make love to me. It might be the last time we can be alone together."

"Okay, sweetheart, you know where to meet me."

The motel we used for our trysts was located in the southern outskirts of the city. When I arrived, Mike was already there, waiting in his car. We both got out and fell into each other's arms.

"I'm so sorry I've gotten you into this, Mike."

His lips brushed mine as he whispered. "Don't even think that. I got myself involved with you, and I don't regret it for a moment."

"You check us in while I get my purse and lock up the car."

Five minutes later, we entered our room through a door that opened directly to the parking lot. Moments after that, we were standing in a naked embrace next to the bed. Suddenly I became so horny I couldn't control myself. I wanted Mike to take me—like that big black man in Ron's fantasy. I should have been so scared that sexual passion would have been impossible. "Why am I so horny?" I whispered.

"Because what we are doing now is forbidden and truly dangerous," Mike answered. "It's the danger that makes it more exciting."

He picked me up, laid me on the bed, and began to kiss and fondle my breasts. I reached to his crotch, cupped and felt his balls, then slid my palm up his large scrotum to his thick, throbbing prick, and grasped it.

"Wow," he said. "I want to ravish you."

"Does ravish mean rape?" I said, and my breathing quickened.

"Let's just say, I'm going to fuck your brains out."

"Oh god, Mike, do it. Fuck me hard."

When he rolled on top of me, I raised and spread my legs, then I gently guided his hot, hard organ into me. His first slow plunge was so thrilling I felt that orgasm was only a thrust or two away....

Knock! Knock! Knock!

We froze amid stride, panic suddenly replacing the thrill of passion. "Who the hell is that? Surely not..." I whispered.

"Maybe the desk clerk. I'll see who it is."

Mike went to the door and peered through the peep hole.

"Oh my god!"

"What? Who is it, Mike?"

"Your husband, and there is some guy with him."

"Damn, he must have followed me. But who the hell could be with him?"

Mike grabbed a blanket and wrapped it around himself, and I covered up with a sheet. We went to the peep hole again, and I peered out at Ron's smiling face. Next to him was a tall, handsome, slender man I'd never seen before...the gay mortician? How could he have picked him up and gotten here so fast? What's he going to do? Kill us?

"What do you want, Ron?"

"You know damn well what we want, Ronda. Open the door."

My blood ran cold, and raced through my veins like ice water. I began to hyperventilate, grew faint.

A clear terrifying image suddenly formed in my imagination, yet it was more like a dream, or a slow motion horror movie playing in my head. I floated above our bodies, both of us alive, but paralyzed. Mike and I lying naked on metal embalming tables next to a crematorium. The undertaker grasps Mikes genitals, his penis still erect, the knife ready to take them. And Ron, naked and aroused, bending over me with a butcher knife, leering, his eyes bright with excitement, his gaze moving up and down my body.

He roughly grasps one of my breasts, ready to fulfill his fantasy.

Where would he take the first slice?

Suddenly I was numb. My perception began to disintegrate. Flecks of fragmented reality spun like a cloud of black pepper in a cyclone. Our bodies, Mike's and mine, and Ron's and the undertaker's fade into oblivion.

"Ronda, Ronda, just lay back and relax, breathe slowly, you're okay." It was Mike; he sat on the floor cradling my head in his lap, caressing my forehead and hair, both of us still wrapped in our bedclothes. Perspiration drenched my head and trickled down into my eyes.

"Who opened the door?" I whispered.

"I did." Mike said.

Sunlight flooded across us through the doorway, Ron and the other man entered the room, their shadows flicking across my body. I twisted my head to see where they were. Ron sat on the side of the bed looking at me, smiling, his gay friend settled into a chair.

"What's the matter, Ronda?" my husband asked. "You look like you've seen a ghost. Are you ready to give us a show?"

Mike cleared his throat. "Look, Mr. Butcher, we agree to cooperate with your weird demands, but not now. Let's do this tomorrow or the next day. I think Ronda's sick, or else she's had a panic attack. Can't we postpone this?"

Ron's smile turned to a frown and his stare fixed on me. He then turned to his friend. "What do you think, Phil?"

"Well, they're not much good to us in their present condition. He probably can't even get it up now, and she probably couldn't do it either. You know, Ron, I am gay, but I'm also bisexual. I'm as turned on by a good looking, well hung man as I am by a beautiful shapely woman like Ronda. I'd rather wait until they are up to it."

Ron nodded. "Okay by me then, we'd sure want him to be able to get it up, wouldn't we?" he said as he sneered, and then he turned back to Mike and me. "Okay, you two, tomorrow is Saturday. We'll plan to be here together the whole weekend."

"Good," Mike said. He rose to his feet, clutching his blanket and helped me up. Ron and his friend, Phil, remained seated, watching us, apparently expecting a show of some kind. Mike looked from Ron to his friend and asked. "Aren't you guys going to leave?"

"Hell no," Ron said. "If we can't watch you guys fuck today, we're at least going to get something out of it. Right, Phil?"

He smiled, nodded and fixed his gaze on Mike. "Go ahead and get dressed, lover boy, but do it slow, we're gonna watch."



The Voyeur



Lying on top of the sheets I tossed and turned, the receding heat of the previous day slowly burning off. The windows were wide open, the fans humming along, but sleep remained elusive. I rolled out of bed and padded across the carpeted floor into the living room, moving quietly through the darkened apartment. I opened the refrigerator door and pulled out a bottle of chilled water. 

Seeking just a few more degrees of cool I slid the screen door aside and stepped out onto the third floor balcony. I'd been staying in the leased apartment for a few weeks now, but most of my time had been consumed by work. I hadn't met any of the neighbors, other than a casual wave or hello as we passed in the courtyard. 

The complex was arranged around that courtyard, the neat little apartments layered on top of each other three high. With the heat of the previous day slowly surrendering the most prevalent sound in the night was the hum of air conditioners. I've never liked sleeping in air conditioning and tonight was no exception, regardless of the heat. 

Stepping out onto the patio I twisted the cap off the bottle of water and took a long cold drink, then casually glanced around. When I looked to my left I was startled to see a woman staring straight back at me.

She was standing just inside the patio screen door about thirty feet away. She was lit by a single lamp's golden glow from somewhere behind her. Her arms were raised over her head, each hand holding the curtains near the rail, about to pull the curtains shut. 

Our eyes locked. 

Then, I looked down. Or rather, I slid my gaze down her body. The patio rail was wrought iron, so there was no obstruction. She was raised on her tip toes, her brown skin glistening slightly. She was wearing a pair of sheer blue panties and a white t-shirt and nothing more. Her hair, a rich tangle of curls, was spread across her shoulders, disheveled. Her brown nipples stood in dark rings against the sheer white shirt. 

We stood there for a long moment, stock still, pinned in silence.

She finally broke the stillness of the moment by slowly, very slowly, drawing the curtains together. When there was about a six inch gap between the panels, she stopped.

"Let's leave the curtains open so we have some cool air, otherwise I am going to overheat." she said, never breaking eye contact.

Then, she turned and walked back into the room, her hips slowly swaying. The couch was placed with its back to the window, facing the big screen TV inside the living room, and she walked around the couch.

"Stay down baby." She said, "I want to be on top."

I watched as a pair of hands rose up from on the couch, male hands, strong and heavily veined. They encircled her waist and helped maneuver her into position. Though I could not see him on the couch, I could tell that she was straddling him, that they were both shifting to get into position.

"Wait," she said, "move a little more this way." 

They shifted again.

"There, right there, right there..."

"Oh fuck."

She let out a long slow moan as she sank down. Her eyes slowly closed and her head rolled back. I stood there transfixed as she rode him, so slowly, up and down, her eyes closed, her face an intense mask of concentration, her nipples hardening, pressing through the t-shirt. She started making soft grunting noises and thrusting herself down in short, sharp jerks. Her breasts swayed and bounced with each movement.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck." she chanted softly.

Suddenly, her eyes opened and she looked straight out through the window, to where I was standing, not thirty feet away. She stared at me intently as her body was jolted up and down, her mouth half open. He had obviously taken over the rhythm underneath her and was now thrusting upward into her. 

Slowly, her head began to rock back and forth and her eyes slowly rolled up and closed. Her orgasm rippled through her in waves and she moaned, a long whimpering moan, one, twice, three times and then she slowly folded herself down and out of sight.

I snapped out of my mesmerized state and turned and stepped back into the apartment, but I could go no further. I stood just inside the doorway, watching. Long minutes passed and then slowly she rose up from the couch and stood. She was naked from the waist down. Her pubic hair was matted and slick. The insides of her thighs glistened. Her entire body was coated in a light sheen of sweat.

On unsteady legs she slowly walked around the couch to the patio doors, then, stepped through, out onto the patio. I could see her clearly in the reflected light from the courtyard below. She smiled, a content smile, and slipped a hand between her legs. She ran her index finger the length of her wet slit, and lifted it, coated in cum. Then she curled her hand and made a slow stroking motion.

I knew instantly what she wanted and threw all caution to the wind. I quickly let my athletic shorts drop the floor and my cock, swollen and thick, leapt out, curving upward with my intense lust. I was so aroused it took only a moment. 

I curled my hand around my cock, squeezed it hard and gave a few long, slow strokes. I came in moments, pumping jets of whites out across the patio in long arcs. I had to grasp the edge of the patio door to keep from collapsing as each wave crashed through me. 

When I opened my eyes again and sought her out I saw just the flash of her smile from inside the curtains as she pulled them shut.



The Voyeur



Something happened at work and I'm writing it down so I remember.

I'm a custodian at the university and I clean three frat houses. I have done this since 2007. Almost two months ago I was working in the Sigma Chi house and Mr. Tim the president walked up to me and said he had a question to ask me. He said there was a man at another fraternity that had pulled a prank on him, and to get back at this other man Mr. Tim was going to play a prank on the man and his girlfriend.

Mr. Tim showed me her picture and I recognized her, Miss Melinda, I'd seen her before when I cleaned over at SAE. Mr. Tim said if I helped him with his prank I'd get to see her naked, and also maybe see her having sex too. It made me nervous cause I wasn't sure this was a right thing to do, Miss Melinda seemed real nice to me, and Mr. Rick her boyfriend was the one that paid me at SAE. But Mr. Tim really wanted my help. Also it has been four years since I have seen a naked girl up close, and that girl didn't look nothing like Miss Melinda, so even though I was scared I told Mr. Tim I would help. Mr. Tim was very happy.

He told me that they needed my key to open the utility closet in Mr. Garrett Russell's room, room 315. They wanted me to hide in there and shoot a video through a hole in the door of Miss Melinda having sex with Mr. Garrett. Then they would show the video to Mr. Rick (Miss Melinda's boyfriend) to get back at him. I asked why Miss Melinda was going to have sex with Mr. Garrett when she had a boyfriend already and Mr. Tim said Mr. Garrett was a football player and he was pretty sure Miss Melinda would have sex with him because all the girls wanted to have sex with him.

The next night, Thursday, was when it was going to happen, and on that night at 10pm I cleaned in the hallway outside Mr. Garrett's room while the house was having kegs. I was so nervous. I had seen Miss Melinda come into the house earlier and she looked so pretty. Mr. Tim said he wasn't taking any chances, he had paid some friends to take her boyfriend Mr. Rick out and get him really drunk and take his cellphone so he wouldn't bother Miss Melinda that night. Mr. Garrett was at kegs talking to Miss Melinda, and that if things went like they were supposed to Mr. Garrett would be taking Miss Melinda back to his room by midnight and I would need to be in the utility closet before then.

The hall in front of Mr. Garrett's room didn't need more mopping but I was too scared to leave yet so after a while it was so shiny I don't think I'd ever seen a hall that clean before. But at 11:15 I couldn't stand mopping any more so I snuck down to the Commons room and saw Mr. Garrett and Miss Melinda in the corner by themselves talking and laughing with his arm around her. Mr. Tim pointed their way and winked his eye and I figured that meant it was going to happen between Mr. Garrett and Miss Melinda.

I ran back upstairs into Mr. Garrett's room. I unlocked the utility door and brought Mr. Tim's tripod and camera into the closet with me and I waited in the closet for a very very long time. I thought I was going to suffocate it was so hot in there. Outside in Mr. Garrett's room was dark but Mr. Tim and Mr. Garrett had moved the lamp so it shined just enough so the camera could record what was going on. Mr. Tim told me that as long as I pointed the camera right where Mr. Garrett had put his Metallica poster that Mr. Garrett would do everything he could to make sure it all happened right there.

Finally I heard the lock on Mr. Garrett's room door turn, and I started the camera as quiet as I could and held my breath so as to make the smallest noises possible. Mr. Garrett and Miss Melinda came in the room and they were kissing. I looked at the camera and it seemed like it was working. I was scared that maybe I would screw it up but I didn't think I had.

They kissed a while longer then Mr. Garrett started taking off Miss Melinda's shirt and then she was just wearing her bra and her jeans. After a minute Mr. Garrett was touching her bra like he was going to take it off but he wasn't doing it. Miss Melinda moaned quiet when he touched her bra and each time he got closer to taking it off she moaned again. I really hoped Mr. Garrett would take her bra off. I felt bad for Mr. Rick thinking like that but like I said Miss Melinda was very pretty.

They kissed a little longer and I was turned on and I wanted to see her tits so bad. I started to rub myself like I was going to jack off, but I didn't really want to all the way because I had a job to do and also I worried it would make too much noise. 

Right then Mr. Garrett moved behind Miss Melinda and swung her so she was faced right in front of the camera. I could see his hand working on the front of her bra and a second later it popped open and fell off. It was nice because her tits did look very good. Mr. Garrett and Miss Melinda both moaned while he felt them and the two of them sounded happy, and Mr. Garrett smiled big at the camera.

Mr. Garrett was still behind her and kissed her over her shoulder, and felt her tits with his hand while he used his other hand to take off her jeans until Miss Melinda was just in her panties. Miss Melinda looked so good I had to rub myself again but was careful not to come.

He put his finger in her mouth and Miss Melinda closed her eyes and made happy sounds while sucking on it. He told her he would love it if she would suck his dick, and she moaned loud. But then he said he wouldn't let her because he knew she had a boyfriend and he couldn't do that to her. I'm sorry I can't do more she said very quiet, then she sucked his fingers more. Mr. Garrett said that was okay he understood. He asked maybe could she just hold his cock and after a few seconds she said yes maybe that would be okay. I was sad because I wanted to see Miss Melinda suck his dick but if maybe Miss Melinda would give him a hand job that wouldn't be so bad. 

He laid down on the bed and unzipped his pants and took out his dick so it was right in front of the poster just like he said he would. She got on the bed and kissed him and took it in her hand and ran her hand up and down it slow. She asked did that feel good and he said yes and she said good. (They were whispering a lot so it was hard to hear, but I am pretty sure I got most of it right.) She said she'd always been afraid of Mr. Garrett because he was very famous on campus, but still she'd always had a crush on him and after talking to him tonight she thought he was very sweet and very cute and she wanted to do something to make him feel good.

Miss Melinda looked down at his dick while she stroked it and Mr. Garrett moaned and I heard Miss Melinda whisper she couldn't believe this was happening. He said did she like looking at it and she said yes she loved it, she said she'd heard from other girls it was nice but she never thought she would see it.

Miss Melinda stroked him more and kept staring while her face got closer. Mr. Garrett asked if she was good at sucking cock and she whispered yes she was and Mr. Garrett said he figured. I thought about Miss Melinda's boyfriend and felt real bad for him because he probably wouldn't want Miss Melinda saying these things to Mr. Garrett but I admit I liked it a lot.

Miss Melinda was breathing real heavy, and Mr. Garrett asked Miss Melinda if she thought it would feel good in her mouth and she whispered oh god yes it would. He whispered back well maybe not today but someday she could find out what it felt like to have it in her mouth, and Miss Melinda didn't say nothing but kept breathing hard, looking down at his dick while she ran her hand up and down it.

She was stroking him hard now, and her mouth was real close to his dick and she whispered could she please suck his dick for just a minute so she could know what it felt like, and he asked her if she meant it and she said more than anything. He whispered back maybe not, maybe now wasn't the right time since she had her boyfriend and all. She was quiet but stroked his dick faster, and Mr. Garrett leaned his head way back and laughed a little bit and told her it felt so good.

Mr. Garrett said she was so good at that that he couldn't even imagine how good a blow job from Miss Melinda must feel and maybe it would be okay if she gave him one, just this one time but only if she was sure it would be okay. She nodded fast and said she thought it might be okay for just this one time. Then Mr. Garrett said if she did it would she give him the best blow job she'd ever done and Miss Melinda said she promised she would.

He said okay but already she was sucking his dick. Her head was moving fast up and down and she moaned real loud like she was having a good time. He asked her if she liked sucking his cock and she said yes she loved doing it and had wanted to do it to him for so long. I don't think Miss Melinda saw but Mr. Garrett looked over to the camera and winked his eye, which I think was for Mr. Rick.

For a long time Miss Melinda sucked Mr. Garrett's dick like she was really enjoying it and I don't know how Mr. Garrett held out because Miss Melinda was so good at sucking dick that if it was me I know I'd have come a while ago. Every little while Mr. Garrett would say something like god you really know how to give a blow job and Miss Melinda would moan really loud because it probably turned her on for him to say that. He asked her if she could go for a long time and she said mm-hm and she said that if she only had one chance to suck his cock then she was going to do the best she could. Then I couldn't help it and started rubbing myself so I would come. 

While I was trying to jerk off I thought about how good Miss Melinda looked sucking dick and thought about Mr. Rick and how surprised he would be when he saw how much his girlfriend wanted Mr. Garrett to come in her mouth. I thought about Mr. Garrett's smile and how lucky he was to have such a beautiful girl want to do that to him. For a second maybe less I thought about Miss Melinda making those noises while she was sucking my dick, but before I could come I started to fall over and almost knocked the tripod over but thank god it didn't happen and nobody heard me.

I got back up and Mr. Garrett was looking to the camera saying things like oh god oh fuck this is the most amazing blow job I've ever had. Miss Melinda was going real fast but Mr. Garrett asked if she could slow down a little and she said mm-hm and after a minute of going slower he said oh god I think I'm going to come, and she started moaning loud. Then I could see Mr. Garrett get tense. He started coming in Miss Melinda's mouth and Miss Melinda was drinking his come and was making sounds like she liked it a lot.

After Miss Melinda finished swallowing she put her face down on the mattress and rested while Mr. Garrett said that was the best blow job he ever had had. She said that it was her favorite that she had ever done. Then she climbed up on top of him and put her tits in his face and she let him kiss them. Then she said she was sorry, she didn't want to go but she had to get back to the dorm and she said real quietly thank you I loved it. She said how happy she was that she got to do that to him, and said there aren't many guys so hot that she would cheat on her boyfriend for.

She gave him a real long kiss. Then after she got dressed and left Mr. Garrett knocked on the utility door and told me to come out and he gave me a high five. He was still naked. He asked if we got it recorded and I said I thought so. Even though I was so happy to have seen that I was still uneasy about the whole thing so I thought I'd make a joke and I asked Mr. Garrett if it felt as good as it looked. He said yes it most definitely did, that even though he had exaggerated his moans and screams a little it was only to make sure she got real turned on and I told him I thought it worked. But then he said it would feel even better when her asshole boyfriend got to see what she'd been up to and I nodded but I didn't feel as good about that part. I walked out to the hall and I told Mr. Garrett I wished I could have been him and he smiled then closed the door. Then I put my mop and bucket away.

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A few weeks later I saw Miss Melinda walking around campus. She still looked very beautiful and for a second I wondered if she remembered me before I realized she has no idea who I am, even though I feel like I know her and think about her a lot. I don't know if she is still seeing Mr. Rick or not, I have not seen her at SAE in a long time so maybe not. I hope she did not feel too bad about the whole situation. I know that nobody was trying to hurt her.

I know I shouldn't think this but sometimes when I see her in a crowded place like the cafeteria I think to myself that I'm probably the only man in the room that has seen her naked, and that makes me feel proud even though like I said its not a nice thing to think.

And I wish I had a copy of the video, which is why I am writing this down now, because if I can't have the video this will be better than nothing. I would ask Mr. Garrett or Mr. Tim for the video but it has been so long now that I would be embarrassed to let them know I was still hung up on it. Twice I have snuck into Mr. Tim's room looking for the camera, but so far I have not found it. I know that's a bad thing to do but it's hard because I just want to see again what she looks like having sex.

When I watch Miss Melinda go to her 1:30 class I see her sometimes talk to men there and it makes me wonder if she has been having sex with other men and if other men have seen her do the things I've seen. I hope not.

I think a lot about how Mr. Garrett kept asking Miss Melinda to speed up then slow down, then speed up and slow down again. He told me he just wanted to show her boyfriend that she would do anything he said, and I want a girl like Miss Melinda for my own to do whatever I say.



The Voyeur



I could hear her off in the distance. Her moans drew me forward. I crept up slowly, knowing what she was doing and wanting to see it for myself. 

There. Just ahead. I could hear her breathing. I felt my body reacting, my heartbeat racing, thinking about seeing her on top of him. My hand felt the cold, stone wall as I crouched down, not wanting to make a sound. I knelt as closely to the edge as I could, the sound of their bodies coming together ringing in my ears. I sat, listening for a moment, my pussy tingling as I anticipated seeing him inside her, hearing her voice calling out for him to fuck her.

I leaned over the wall, slightly, looking, seeing them together. She was on top of him, her back to his, his hands gripping her tits as her hips slammed down again and again onto him. Her head rolled as she rode him, first holding onto his legs, and then reaching back to brace herself against his body. I watched, my free hand traveling down to rub against my own pussy as hers took his cock again and again. I closed my eyes, imagining being closer, occasionally stealing another glance.

They switched positions, she now on her knees. I could see his cock better, glistening with her juices, as he drove into her slowly, then hard. I felt my own body jump slightly when he punched into her, and I fought to stifle my own gasp and building orgasm. I looked some more, watching her back arch as she threw her head back. His fingers gripped her hair and pulled her upright, his cock still firmly inside her as he bit her shoulder. She moaned, I moaned, she rode his body as I rode my fingers, my skirt pulled up and my soaked panties pushed to one side. 

My fingers flew fast, my clitoris straining for touch as my body shifted to let more of my fingers inside. My free hand, holding onto the wall for balance, slipped, and a stone hit the ground. Oh, shit! Did they hear?

"Come here!" Her voice rang out and I froze. Oh, no! I've been caught!

"Come here." Calmer, but no less commanding. I stood, turning, red-faced, to look at them. He was still inside her, she was moving slightly, still biting her lip. "Over here." I felt my feet walking towards them, the two I had been watching -- cumming -- for the past few minutes. 

The steps dragged on, and it seemed like an hour as I watched them, still fucking, embarrassed at getting caught. After what seemed like an eternity, I was within arms' reach.

"Do you like her?" She was asking him. I couldn't believe myself; I thought I was in trouble. He grinned, and she turned back to face me. "Turn around." I turned slowly. "Stop." My back was to them. "Pull your skirt up." I was being ordered to strip! "Do you like her ass?" I heard him grunt. "Want to fuck it?" Another grunt. "You. Turn around and come here."

I heard shifting. My eyes were closed, but I stepped forward. I felt her hand, then his, on my tits. They squeezed my nipples painfully, but I loved it. 

"Get on your knees." I obeyed. "Open your eyes." I obeyed. He stood before me, his hard cock just inches from my face. "Suck it." I opened my mouth as his hands gripped my hair and pulled me forward. In an instant, his manhood filled my mouth, pushing back against my throat and I gasped for air. My lips closed around his shaft as he pulled me back. He slid in and out of my mouth, and it was all I could do to keep my breath.

"No, suck it hard." I sucked hard, pulling him into my mouth. Her juices coated my tongue and I looked over. She stood, barking orders. "Now suck the head, just the head." "Slide down the shaft." "Lick his balls." I obeyed every command, looking up at him then over to her. She smiled. "Is she doing a good job?" Another grunt. "Are you ready to fuck her?" Grunt. "Stand up. Stroke his cock." She stepped forward and pulled my blouse and bra off, exposing my erect nipples and sucking lightly on each one. Glistening wet. "Taste her." I felt his lips take one, then the other into his mouth, sucking and biting my body as her hands reached under my skirt and gripped my panties. 

One movement later, and I felt my panties slide down my legs. She wasted no time, digging her fingers into my cunt, then sliding back to moisten my asshole. Oh, God, I was being finger-fucked by the most beautiful woman I had seen as I was stroking her boyfriend's cock!

She pulled me down onto my back, placing a pillow under my head. My legs fell apart, and as I looked down my body I saw his head disappear between my thighs. Instantly, I felt his fingers enter me, his lips pulling on my clitoris. Her hands played with my tits as he played with my pussy, fingering me hard, twisting his hand as his tongue caressed by button. I felt his mouth open more, and his tongue slid down to rub against my pussy lips. He licked up slowly, from his fingers to the top of my opening, flicking up and down as he went. His fingers curled inside me and I could take no more. With her twisting my nipples, I felt my body shudder in an orgasm. He held still, licking slowly, but she was relentless. 

"Fuck her."

I felt his body slide up, and the head of his cock pressed to my pussy lips. My legs fell further as I gripped my thighs and pulled back, drawing him into me. He slid in easily, still slick from her pussy and my spit, until he was completely inside me. I gasped as he slid into me, gritting my teeth as his weight rested on my hips. Oh, God, he was big. I could feel my pussy walls stretching to take him in, and when he pulled out of me I felt my body shudder. It hurt, but I wanted more. I moved to wrap my legs around him, but she stopped me. I looked at her, but she just shook her head. I was not in charge, and she made that perfectly clear.

"Fuck her hard." I braced as he pressed the head of his cock back into me, and as I gritted my teeth he slammed himself into me. The shock of him filling me so hard made me cry out, the feeling of him inside me sent waves of pleasure through my body. Be started fucking me hard, driving his cock into me again and again. Her hands kept twisting my nipples as his cock ravaged my pussy. I felt my juices run down to my ass as my legs were pushed apart by the force of his fucking.

"Stop." He stopped fucking me, his cock resting inside me. "Flip her over." He withdrew, grabbing my thigh and rolling me onto my stomach. He gripped my hips and raised my ass as high as he could in the air. "Fuck her some more." Instantly, his cock filled me again, deeper, this time he moved himself side to side inside me, making my moans come louder and more frequently. "Harder!" He gripped my ass hard and drove deep into me, grunting as he thrust himself in. "Yes, just like that. You like it, you little slut?" I moaned as I nodded, I loved it! Yes, I was their little slut and it felt so good!

"You want him in your ass?" I felt his thumb slide into my ass, the hole slick with my own juices. He hooked my anus, holding me in place as his thick cock drove into me again and again. I nodded, afraid that he might be too thick but wanting to feel him in every part of my body. "Fuck her ass!" 

I felt his cock tear out of my pussy before he spat, moistening my ass further before I felt him press against my tight asshole. I grunted as he began pushing against me, forcing the head into my tight hole. I felt my ass tear a little as he pushed himself inside, stretching my ass more than it had ever been before. I heard him spit again, the liquid hitting my ass as he pushed deeper in. Oh, God, I wasn't sure I could take any more, but he kept pushing in. I felt his balls resting on my pussy lips as he sat still inside my ass, gripping my hips hard. He pulled out slowly, the feeling of release overwhelming me and I came once more. I felt him pop out of my ass as his cock slid across my pussy lips, collecting the moisture running from my body. He slid into my ass easier this time, both from him stretching me out already and then coating his cock with my moist pussy juices. This time, he sank in easily, resting his balls once more on my wet pussy before he began pumping slowly into me. He pulled out halfway before pushing back in, only this time he pushed in harder. I bucked against him, pressing back and sliding my asshole up and down his shaft. I heard him grunt in pleasure as I slid my ass, riding his cock.

"Stop." I stopped, looking up to see her leaning back, watching us fuck. "Get on top of him. Face me, and put him in your ass."

He laid back, his cock sticking straight up. I straddled him, gripping his cock as I lowered myself down. I lined his cock up against my ass. Relaxing my body, I felt myself open up as I lowered myself down. His depth in my ass was more than before, and as I raised myself up I felt his hands playing with the stretched hole gripping his cock. I leaned back, resting my hands alongside his body as I raised and lowered my ass on his cock. Panting with the effort of fucking him and the intensity of feeling him inside me, I rolled my head back. His hand gripped my hair and he pulled back painfully. My arms gave out and I was resting on top of him. I continued to pump my hips, short shallow movements of his cock inside my ass. His hand snaked up to pinch my nipples as he bit my neck and shoulder.

I reached down to rub my pussy as he moved his hips lightly in time with my own movements. I felt my fingers rubbing my clit, almost not believing what was happening to me as I felt a third orgasm build. I raised my head just in time to see her rubbing her own pussy before I felt myself shudder hard. Juices flowed down from my cunt over my ass, making his cock slick in my ass, and allowing me to slide further up and down on him. 

"Stop. You like fucking her?"

"Yes." It was the first word he had said the whole time, and the gravel in his tone drove me wild. 

"You're not done yet, you whore. Get off of him." I did as I was told, awkwardly raising up to my knees, and reluctantly raising up. I felt his cock pop once more as he slid out of my ass, the empty feeling in my body leaving me feeling unsatisfied. She grabbed my shoulder, pulling me to my feet before turning me around to face her lover.

"Suck him clean." I had never sucked a cock after it had been in my ass, but the fingernails digging into my shoulder told me that I had no choice. Slowly, I knelt aside him, smelling our fucking radiating from his body in waves. I gripped the base of his cock and lightly touched the head with the tip of my tongue.

"Suck it! Suck it all!" I felt her hand push the back of my head, pushing the head into my mouth. Looking at his face, I lowered my mouth onto his dick, tasting me on him. I closed my lips at the base, sucking slowly, hard up his shaft until the head was all that was left. I lowered myself down once more, feeling him press against the back of my throat as my tongue caressed the shaft. Pulling back up, I swirled my mouth around the head, teasing the tiny opening with my tongue as I began sucking him in earnest. I could taste the drops of pre-cum on the tip before I heard her whisper in my ear:

"Stop. I want you to watch as I finish him off."

I raised my head, disappointed that I would not get to have him inside me anymore, as I watched her take his and help him to his feet. She walked to the low wall where I was hiding earlier and, bending over, gripped the stone as he lined his cock to her pussy lips and pushed into her hard. I heard her grunting again, moaning with every thrust as I watched her smile, her head alternating between hanging down between her arms and raising up to look into my eyes.

"You want some more?" Her eyes fixed mine in a steady gaze as I nodded.

"Please."

"Come here, whore." I rose to my feet and walked towards her, he still pounding away inside her. She grunted with each thrust, but her eyes never left mine. "Play with my cunt." I reached across her stomach and down between her legs, feeling the shaft of his cock entering her as my own fingers sought out her button. "Yes, that's it. Make me cum." I began rubbing her clit, first up and down, then side to side. "Oh, that's it," she moaned. I tugged lightly on her tender button, pushing it down to feel his cock rubbing against it. "Oh! Oh, yesss!!" Her orgasm came crashing over her, her back arching as she stood up and kissed her lover. He held still, holding her body against his before she lifted a leg and he fell from inside her.

"Get over here, slut. Grab the wall and bend over." I did as she told, and almost instantly I felt his hands grip my hips. "Fuck her!" Her command echoed in my head as he pushed back into my pussy. Oh, the feel of him pounding my pussy was so good, I bit my lip as he drove again and again into me.

"Grab your ass and pull it open. I can't see his cock inside you." I reached back with one hand, pulling myself open and shifting my leg to make sure she could see his cock buried inside me. I felt him twist his body to give her a better view, the angle of his cock pushing against the sides and making me gasp for air as he pushed me in ways I had never been before. He sank as much of his cock as he could into me without blocking her view, and she seemed to be enjoying the view. I looked back to see her, camera in hand, taking pictures of him fucking my tight cunt. The thrill of having someone take pictures drove me wild, and I began pushing back against him, riding his cock hard. I felt his cock begin to twitch, and he began to moan, pumping lightly inside me.

"No. Your cum is for me." He pulled out and walked over to her, she on her back with her legs spread wide. He knelt, gripping his cock as she pushed her knees apart. In one fluid movement, he was inside her, and in just a few pumps, he thrust hard, grunting, and I knew he was filling her pussy with is cum. After a few short thrusts, he pulled out and I could see a thin, pale white line of cum running from her pussy down to her ass. She reached down, coating one finger with his jizz and raised it to her lips. She sucked the finger clean, staring at me and grinning. "Want some?" I nodded, wishing he would've shot his load into me. "Come get it," she said, pulling her pussy lips apart with one hand and stroking his cock with the other. She pulled his cock to her lips to suck the remaining droplets off as I knelt, licking her swollen, wet pussy lips to get the rivulet of cum oozing from her body. He tasted salty, a savory flavor that I craved, and she knew it. She pushed my face away from her pussy lips, grinning at me.

"He's done with you. Get your clothes on." Slowly I dressed, watching her suck and stroke his cock as he played with her tits. As I walked away, I heard her moan, and I knew he was fucking her again. I hesitated, thinking of turning back to watch, but I knew they would be there next week and I knew I would, too.



The Voyeur



I was surprised when the video tumbled out from the back of the video cabinet. I know that sounds strange, after all aren't video cabinets the place you'd expect to find a video? But it was hidden behind the sex videos we had collected. It was in a bright green box, one I hadn't seen before, so I knew right away that you must have put it there. So of course I slipped it into the video player to see what was on it. Maybe I shouldn't have, perhaps I should have called you to ask you what was on it. But I didn't, I just went ahead and watched it.

Had you been down the hall in the study, then I would have asked you. But you weren't, you were away with work again. Which was why I was fishing around amongst our porn collection in the first place. You'd been away for a week, I was horny and was going to watch some porn and relieve my tensions. So I found it. It wasn't until some time later that I realised that your chosen hiding place was quite deliberately selected. That you had realised that I would be looking there, looking for a tape when I was horny and alone. Clever I suppose.

So I sat on the coffee table and flicked it on, saw static and was about to hit the fast forward switch when the static vanished and was replaced with a close-up of you. You were standing only a foot or so from the camera, then you stepped back and smiled into it. You looked great, dressed to kill in your best going out clothes, gold mesh top, black pants, high black shoes. Our bed was behind you, and I realised that the camera had to be sitting on the dresser. The bed was the centre of the on screen image, and I smiled as I realised that this tape may be far better than the one I had intended to watch. I moved to the couch and loosened my pants, settling against the cushions.

You turned to the bed and pulled back the doona, dropping it onto the floor in a neat stack at the foot of the bed. You pulled the sheet back and then looked across at the camera. A slight frown flickered across your face and you walked towards me, filling the screen again and I could see your arm reach out behind the camera as though you were adjusting something. You looked satisfied with whatever it was you had done and with another wink you left the room. 

I sat watching the empty room, nothing happening and wondered if that was it. Had you started to make an electronic letter for me, been interrupted and left it for another time? Perhaps that was why the tape was hidden, perhaps it wasn't finished yet and I wasn't supposed to see it. I hit the fast forward button, and finally after ten minutes you reappeared. You weren't alone. He was tall and rangy, snug fitting jeans, expensive looking brown leather boots that tapered to a fine point. He wore a crisp white long sleeved shirt which accented his deep tan. He appeared clean shaven yet his dark hair and eyebrows seemed to give him an unshaven look. His hair was pulled back into a pony tail and hung between his shoulders.

You didn't look over at the camera and my stomach jumped as I realised that it was hidden. You had been adjusting - well, whatever it was that you were using to hide the camera. I felt a stab of jealousy as he leaned towards you and you tilted your head back to offer him your lips. His mouth was gentle, lips parting just a small amount as you kissed. His arms slipped around you and caressed your bare back, the movement of his hands pulling slightly at the glo-mesh top and making small pearls of golden light dance around the room, bouncing from the walls and ceiling. 

Your hand reached down and pulled his hips against you, your fingers kneading the firm buttocks under the denim. His mouth opened more and I saw his tongue dart forward wetly, then your mouths were pressed firmly together, his hand dropping to cup your buttocks. His fingers were long and almost delicate, his hands large and they covered the whole of each of your cheeks. Unable to tear my eyes away I felt my erection growing and I had to adjust my seating position to regain my comfort.

Your hand had slipped between your bodies and they pulled at the front of his shirt, then the back, until it was untucked and hung loosely. Your hands disappeared under the white material and I could imagine them stroking his stomach. Slowly your fingers unbuttoned his shirt, starting at the bottom, revealing a strong stomach and chest which you stroked, then leaned forward to kiss.

His hands had moved up to your back again and were stroking the flesh of your back. I watched, as he did, looking down at you, as you opened his shirt to reveal his small brown nipple, then your tongue flicked forward and touched it. I saw his eyes close as your tongue ran around and over it, working it into a hard peak. Your teeth gleamed whitely as they gently closed on it, nipping him playfully and I watched as his fingers dug a little deeper into your back. 

His fingers ran upwards, through your short hair, feeling its spiky line across the top of your neck, then his fingers found and gripped the bow which held your top in place. He hesitated as though waiting for your permission, and with a smile you turned your back to him, allowing him to loosen the tie. You were facing the camera now, standing at the end of the bed, but still your eyes made no contact with the lens. To me, the audience, it was as though you had forgotten that I was there.

Your top fell forward but you caught it before your breasts were fully revealed, holding it against you until he had released the bottom tie, then you let it slip to the floor and looked back over your shoulder at him. He moved closer and slid his arms around your waist and as he did so you reached upwards and back, your fingers arcing through his hair, pulling the tie loose so that his pony tail seemed to explode into a thick mass. His hands travelled rapidly upwards to find your small, pert breasts, cupping them and I could almost feel their soft flesh as his fingers pushed against them, squeezed your nipples which had already become erect. You twisted your head to the side and he leaned over your shoulder, and again I watched as your mouths met. 

I could imagine your tongues entwining, yours darting against his and I slid my hand into my pants as I watched his slide across your stomach and start to unzip yours. I gripped myself and squeezed gently as his fingers deftly loosened your pants and worked them down across your hips, revealing your black "boy's" undies that are trimmed with white. You turned towards him so that you were side on to the camera as he knelt before you and worked your pants off over your shoes, which he left in place. Your mouth was partly open as your breath came in short gasps your head bent forward to watch his mouth roaming across your stomach, his hands sliding upwards along the backs of your legs, his mouth seeking and finding your nipple. His tongue, red and moist lazily flipped up and down across your nipple, ran around it then he sucked it between his lips which pursed as though kissing it. 

His left hand slid up the back of your right leg and slid between your thighs to touch you through the tight elastic of your panties. You jumped, then laughed and he looked up at you and smiled. He held your gaze as he rolled your panties from your hips, revealing your neatly waxed pubic hair. He held them for you, allowing you to step out of them, then he stood, kissing you again as he shrugged the shirt from his shoulders and allowed it to slide onto the floor.

You allowed him to lead you to the bed, he pushed you back so that you were lying across the bed, your feet on the floor, legs parted. He knelt between your knees and ran his tongue slowly up your leg, his left hand reaching up to fondle one breast then the other. Finally his mouth descended onto you, his nose burying itself in the black hair between your legs. I saw your back arch as his mouth touched you and in my imagination I tasted you as he did. I started to rub myself harder, again raising my hips to work my pants over my hips. Your eyes were closed and you gripped his body with your legs the muscles in your thighs tensing and then relaxing as you released your grip. He had slipped his right hand under his chin and from its thrusting action I could tell that he had his fingers inside you. 

I watched until you had your climax, your back arching, mouth open, small groans and gasps barely audible, then I turned the tape off. I couldn't watch. No more. I pulled my pants pack up and hurriedly fastened the button, then walked from the room onto the balcony. It was dark outside, the lights of the harbour reflecting in the smooth water, the suburbs a series of yellow lights dotting the landscape. The bright light of a landing jet liner illuminated the tree tops far across the water, then disappeared as it touched down. A car roared past far below, the bass of its loud music thumping at me in a steady rhythm. Like the rhythm of his mouth on you, his tongue no doubt probing and swirling around your clit. Even if you were making the video for me, at that point in time you had no idea that I even existed, the pleasure surging through your body would have been all consuming, obliterating thoughts of anything else. I shook my head and tried to focus, but the image of his tongue running around your nipple, of your hands stroking his chest kept forcing itself into my mind.

I walked back inside and made myself a drink, downing it quickly - too quickly. My head swam with images of your naked body writhing on the bed under his mouth and hands. I poured and drank another, then returned to the balcony with a third. I stood staring out across the water, but my eyes saw nothing, my vision dominated by the images trapped in my memory. Angrily I stormed back into the lounge and switched on the television, flicking the play button for the video. My erection was back in full force before the picture had appeared on the television and my anger burnt fiercely. Where was my jealousy, my hatred for this man who was devouring you?

Only now he wasn't devouring you. He stood beside the bed now while you sat looking up at him, your fingers tracing lines across his chest and stomach. Your eyes travelled down his body and stopped their journey at his crotch. You used your left hand to caress the bulge in the denim and I saw his eyes close as it grew larger under your touch. You used your teeth to release his belt buckle, then your fingers struggled with the bright silver button before it yielded and the top of his jeans opened. They had a button fly and I could see his manhood struggling against the constraints of the denim as you slowly popped the buttons one by one, a faint smile on your face betraying the pleasure you were experiencing. 

You pulled his jeans open and I could see the surprise on your face as you realised that he wore nothing under his jeans. Your fingers snaked downwards and then returned to my vision gripping his shaft. It was a delicate pink, the head large and smooth, a contrast to the tan colour of his torso. Your lips pursed and you breathed on the head, blowing hot air across it. Your tongue darted out and flicked across it, teasing. Your hands began to pull his jeans down, their tightness requiring the application of some force. His erection bobbed up and down as the jeans slipped downwards and you opened your mouth and slipped the shiny round head between your lips. 

With his boots still on you were unable to remove his jeans, and I watched, my own erection throbbing almost painfully as you used your body to push him away from the bed. He moved backwards in reluctant half steps, shuffling to avoid either tripping over or losing your mouth. You squatted in front of him, naked except for the chunky heeled shoes on your feet, the tip of his manhood between your lips a willing prisoner. He lifted each foot in turn and you slipped his boots off, then his jeans so that he was naked, more naked than you.

You remained squatting, the curve of your buttocks only an inch or two from the floor, your breasts jutting forward like twin peaks of feminine sexuality. I slid my pants off, kicking them free this time so that I sat only in my undies. My gaze was riveted to the screen as you began to slowly swallow him, your lips stretching to encompass him. His eyes were shut and his head tilted slightly backwards as your mouth worked him deeper. My view was perfect with you silhouetted to me against the soft background lights of the bedside lamps. 

Your head drew back and I could hear the suction noise as he slipped from between your lips, accompanied by a groan from his throat. Your hand slid up and down his shaft which was now slick with your saliva, then he was back inside your mouth again and he began to slowly thrust his hips back and forth. I watched as you stopped moving and allowed him to take you at his own pace. I had slipped my hand inside my undies and was squeezing my length, trying to make the ache in my erection subside a little. We were engaged in a three way competition of wills, me to delay my orgasm, him to resist your oral ministrations and you trying to make both of us come in different ways. 

Finally you pulled your head back and released him. You began to stand but he pushed you back onto the bed, flipping you as he did. You were able to draw your knees up so that the lower part of your legs hung over the side of the bed, barely gaining your balance before he thrust himself into you from behind. He gripped his shaft as he directed it into you and you both gasped. Then he used both hands to grab your waist and slammed into you, stroke after stroke. The sounds of your flesh slapping together reached out to me through the television speakers as did your gasps. His large hands slid down and cupped your buttocks, covering them, squeezing your flesh. I squeezed my flesh and watched.

'Slap me.' The first words I had heard. Almost a whisper. I stopped - he stopped - almost indiscernibly, then he began thrusting again. His hand left your buttock and then swung downwards.

WHACK! You squealed and began to thrust against him, your breasts lurching back and forward in time with your movements.

WHACK!

WHACK! Your eyes half shut, the pinkness on your buttock betraying the force of his blows.

WHACK! Then you came, with a long sigh and shuddering as you fought to keep him inside you. Your eyes screwed tightly shut and your mouth open, gasping for breath. He hung on, pulling you onto him as he watched your climax with a faint smile of lust and control on his features. I released myself.

You pulled away and left him standing there, his erection wet and pulsing. You rolled onto your side as the last spasms passed through you. He knelt on the bed and ran his hand over your body, along your curved waist, across your breast. Then you sat up and pushed him down, his feet towards me and positioned yourself over him. I gasped as you reached down and guided him into you again, I could just discern your lips stretching to accommodate his size, your body arched backwards as you began to ride him, letting him come almost all the way out before plunging back down onto him. Your breasts heave as you lean back, supporting your weight on his chest with your hands behind you, trapping him underneath you. Your legs shake at the effort of holding you in position, the shoes indenting deeply into the bed.

I am close to coming now, my hand squeezing the head of my erection in long squeezes, delaying the inevitable. His hands reach around and cup your breasts, pushing them together as his hips thrust towards you. It can't be long now, his movements becoming jerky as he begins to lose control. I watch as you slam down on him and begin to run your hips back and forth, pleasuring yourself along the top of his hard shaft. Your eyes are half shut and with your black shoes on you look wanton and I am again reminded that at that moment you have forgotten about me or the camera. I hear his climax start with a deep roar issuing from his throat. His hands grip your waist and he bucks upwards. You are in too much control and jerk backwards, allowing him to slide from you. You reach down and grab him with one hand, running your closed fingers back and forth along his length, directing the sudden burst of white semen upwards. It arcs up and then drops down onto his thighs, the next falls back onto your abdomen and each successive, smaller fountain finds a target indiscriminately. I can see your hands slick with his come and then watch as your eyes look up and straight at mine, a wicked smile fixed on your face. As you wipe his seed onto your breasts I come, my seed spurting high enough to hit my cheek, then my neck and down across my stomach, sticky between my fingers and across my groin. 

The image fades to black, edited by you. I close my eyes and slip into semi-consciousness, partly reliving the video made for an audience of one (perhaps two) while my rational side tries to recall when you will be home. I miss you.



The Voyeur



It was late Saturday night and he had just gotten home from a party... The girl he was with refused to put out and his cock was throbbing... the little tease. He stood in front of his bedroom window looking at the house across the yard when a light came on in one of the lower bedrooms... He knew that the lower rooms were the people's two teenage daughter's rooms. Before long a silhouette appeared in front of the window. He watched as the girl peeled off her shirt, his cock instantly got harder... he unzipped his pants and pulled his shaft out threw the slit, and then proceeded to rub the head with his thumb. He sucked in his breath thinking about the girl... He just had to get a closer view; he zipped his pants up and changed into all black. 

Quietly he walked out of the house, crept across the yard and crawled on his hands and knees to the window, slowly he kneeled in front of the window the curtain was a sheer white so he could easily peer throw. What he saw made him catch his breath. He'd lived across the yard from the girl's family for years and he had practically watched her grow up. 

He is 24 and she had just turned 18 the week before he had been invited to the party and did make an appearance but didn't stay long at all. What he was seeing now was like a whole new person. She was in a light pink bra and matching panties, they were not the thongs that the girls he dated usually wore. No they were soft cotton, quite innocent but that innocence is what made his cock stand at attention once again. She looked innocent but so grown up at the same time, he watched intently as she peeled off her bra and revealed the soft mounds of her young full breasts. Breasts that had not been touched by time. They were a soft pink and the nipples were a darker shade of pink, he longed to taste just one, he could almost feel the little nub in his mouth. His cock was now straining against the zipper of his pants and he had not choice but to unzip his pants and release his bulging erection. 

The head was red and there was little pearly drops of pre cum dripping off... he took his thumb and started rubbing the head round and round spreading the liquid around making the head slightly sticky. Next she peeled down her panties and his breath was instantly taken as he saw something he was not expecting. Her young pussy was shaved clean of all pubic hair. Slowly he started stroking his cock. He had always loved a women cleanly shaven, he as of yet had been unable to resist a pussy free of pubes. 

His cock was throbbing from the intensity of his arousal. He couldn't believe that he was actually standing at his neighbor's widow watching this girl he had practically watch grow up, and what a beauty she had grown into. Her breasts had to be a nice firm C cup and her ass looked just as soft yet firm. He imagined himself sliding into the wet folds of her young cunt, feeling the tight wet muscles clinching around his engorged cock. He started stroking a little faster as he watched her lay back on her bed which was positioned on the opposite wall as the window but directly in front of the window, so he had a clear view. She bent her knees so that her feet were planted flat on the bed. She sat up for a minute and looked directly at the window; he fell to the ground breathing hard. Did she see him; did she know he was out there? Slowly he crept back up too see her laying flat on her pillows. That was a close one he thought he thought for sure she had saw him, it had felt like she was looking straight at him. 

He smiled wickedly looking down at his cock he was even harder at the thought that he was almost caught. He looked back into the window only to find that she was no longer lying on the bed. What the hell? Where did she go? He knew he had only looked away for a moment. Well fuck he thought he needed to fucking cum and he wanted to do it while watching her young body. He decided he'd stand there for a little while longer in the hopes that his young beauty would return. He continued to stroke his cock softly so as not to get to aroused and cum before she returned but just enough to keep him hard. 

It was maybe after about five minutes that he decided she must have gone somewhere else in the house and was not returning. He was in the process of trying to stuff his swollen cock back into his underwear when he felt something hard pressed into the small of his back. "Turn around slowly." The soft feminine voice said. Fuck she had seen him. He hands shook as he tried harder to get his cock in his pants. "Now dammit turn around." The voice spoke in a harsher tone. "Please Lacey." He pleaded with her. "Let me adjust myself." He felt whatever she had shoved against his back move and heard her gasp out. "Greg is that you?" He knew there was no way to recover his dignity after this. Slowly he turned around to face the now robe clad teenager. His cock was still hard and hanging out of the slit in his boxer shorts. "Yes it's me. Please let me explain." He tried but she stopped him mid syllable. "You were watching me? I thought that was you when I looked out the window." She smiled with a little laugh in her voice. He was shocked. "You're not mad?" He asked her, relief coursing through his body. She shook her head, her long blond hair swaying with the movement. 

She stepped closer to him and he could smell the fresh scent that was a combination of her and Calvin Klein's Obsession. It was like an aphrodisiac. No matter how hard he tried to control it his cock was standing straight at attention once more. He tried to use his hands to shield her. "No I'm not mad, in fact I'm well... " she paused looked up into his eyes then down to where his hands were vainly trying to cover his cock. Just seeing her look in the vicinity of his cock made the damn thing painfully harder. She reached her hands down and loosened the belt that held the edges of her robe together. "I'm rather flattered, thrilled, excited that you were watching me." He was watching now for sure, as the edges of the pristine white robe were moved to rest on the outside of her pert breasts. His breathing became shallow and he thought he would shoot his load right there all over her sweet tummy. "Oh good God." He moaned out. 

He couldn't believe this was happening, one minute he's watching her through the window amazed and now right there in their adjoining back yards he was viewing that same hot body and she had revealed it to him. She moved even closer to him stood on tip toes and kissed his mouth softly almost innocently if it wasn't for her warm hand wrapping itself around his beyond swollen cock. His breath hissed out of his mouth. He couldn't resist any longer. He knew that this was a bad idea but he had to taste her. He put his hands on her waist and pulled her hard against his body, firmly sealing his lips to hers. She moaned and eagerly wrapped her arms around his neck as his tongue forced its way inside her hot mouth. God she tasted like heaven he thought as their tongues dueled for seniority. His cock was pressed firmly against the warm skin of her belly and he wanted nothing more than to lay her on the damp grass and take what she was offering. A dog barked in a distant yard and that brought Greg back to reality. He pulled back from her panting hard, trying to slow down his breathing and watching her doe the same. She licked her lips almost like she was trying to capture the essence of their mingled saliva. Her eyes gleamed and he could tell she very much did not want the kiss to end. He knew though that it needed to, he could not take this young woman he had known practically her whole life he just didn't want that on his conscious. 

For Christ sake he had just been to her 18th birthday party the other day she was still young and he had no doubt inexperienced. She started to come towards him again when he put up his hand to stop her. "Listen hun we can't do this, it's wrong. You're too young and... and... " he stammered trying to convince himself that it was truly wrong at the same time. "You're just too young I can't do it." He finally got out. She stood there staring at him. The gleam still in her eyes. Then to his surprise she started laughing, he looked at her puzzled. Why the hell was she laughing? She looked at his hand took it and placed it on her left breast. "Do you think I'm going to let you walk away after you started this?" The way she asked him almost sounded like a threat. He tried to pull his hand off of the luscious breast that it was resting on. She placed her hand over his and said "no don't move, I don't care what you think is wrong. See I've had a crush on you as long as I can remember and this is something I've fantasized about for a long time." He was awestruck; he had never had a clue that she was infatuated with him. He started to shake his head in the negative and his mouth was open to emit a refusal when she stunned him once again. "Greg if you walk away from me now I will scream so loud that every light in this neighbor hood will come on and people will come running and what they will find is my older neighbor taking advantage of my young person. Your reputation will be ruined. You are going to do as I say or life as you know it will cease to exist." She purred all this like she had been planning this for a long time. Damn had this little vixen enticed him over here by undressing in front of the window? Did she know about his fetish did she know that he was a voyeur? He didn't have long to wait for his unspoken question to be answered. "Yes Greg I know that you're a peeping Tom I've known for years. When I was 13 I watched you sneak into Kelly's yard and jerk off while she and her boyfriend had sex. That was the first time I ever touched myself. I was so entranced by you that I could not control myself." She laughed as she told the story and all he could do was think how badly he had fucked up. This young girl was threatening to cry rape if he didn't fuck her. In once instance that frightened him and in another that aroused him beyond anything. 

He tried once more in vain to pull away from her. She opened her mouth to scream he placed his other hand over her mouth. "Ok okay, okay you win, what do you want from me? just please, please don't scream." She smiled and purred out in a sultry tone "good boy" she took his hand and lead him over to one of the cushioned lounge chairs placed by the side of the pool. She laid back on the cushion opened the robe all the way, spread her thighs to reveal her glistening pussy. "I want you to take my virginity Greg; I want you to fuck me." First he was hit with the fact that she was a virgin and she wanted him to take that away from her, then he was hit with the vulgarity of this young innocent saying fuck. Oddly that was the straw that broke the camels back. Her sweet mouth spewing forth such a disgusting word took him over the top. He quickly finished undoing his pants and slid them and his underwear down freeing his straining cock. Then he took off his black t-shirt. His breathing was coming out in quick gasps and he could hear her breathing also becoming quicker. She held up her arms to him as he slowly sank down onto her soft body. They both moaned at the feel of each others skin pressed against each others. 

He wasted no time and she wasn't either, they attacked each other lips plunging tongues into one another's mouths. It was a game of sorts, he would suck on her tongue and she would suck on his. Soon though he remembered thinking about sucking on her nipple and wanted to make it a reality. He slithered down her body and looked at the glorious mounds in front of him. His mouth watered just looking at those hard pink nipples. He took a small lick out of each one which drew forth a quiet "yes" from her lips. He started to lick the left nipple while his hand played with the right one, pinching and twisting it. His tongue wrapped around the nipple, sucking it into his mouth feeling the texture. This was amazing; he had never wanted any one so bad in his life. She was apparently into it too as her body was writhing beneath his. And soft gasps of air were coming from her. He moved over to the right nipple and gave it the same attention as he had the left. She ran her fingers through his hair pulling him closer to her. He greedily sucked at the offered gift. 

After he thoroughly bathed her breasts with his tongue; he started kissing his way down the center of her chest down to her abdomen, to her belly button where he dipped his tongue wickedly. She moaned again, he pulled back and looked up at her and asked "have you ever had anyone eat this beautiful pussy?" as one of his fingers slid down the soaking wet slit. She gasped out in ecstasy. It took her two tries before she could gasp "yes, but I want to know what it feels like for you to eat me." And she put her hand on the top of his head and pushed him down. He didn't need to be told twice, he place each of her legs over his shoulders and stared enjoying. First he licked the outer lips tasting the honeyed sweetness of her passion. The smell was heaven sent and the taste well he had to have more was all he could think. He took his fingers and gently opened her lips to reveal the pink treasure hidden there. She was glistening with the emission of her juices. Leaning down he licked at her swollen clit so very, very slowly, making sure to cover every inch drawing out her pleasure. She moaned and lifted her hips up her fingers clawing at his scalp. "God yes, yes, yes" she moaned... he inserted a finger inside her hole feeling how tight she truly was. 

He started thrusting his finger in and out as he sucked on her clit. He would take his time with her; he wanted to make sure she was completely prepared for his cock when the time came. She was moaning and writhing on the cushion and her juices were flowing down his tongue. Soon he had brought her to orgasm with just his finger and tongue, but that wasn't enough for either of them. Once she came down from that one he brought her to another but this time he used two fingers, stretching her tight sheath a little bit more. She was panting and trying to catch her breath from her last orgasm when he decided to pay her back for threatening him. He took his third finger and shoved it in her tight little cunt. She gasped out in pain and in pleasure. Her muscles clinched tight around his digits and her juices soaked his hand. He looked up at her. "Damn baby you're about ready for my cock aren't you?" He asked her. She couldn't say a word just nodded her head in agreement. He started thrusting his fingers in and out of her as he watched her face contort in pain and pleasure at what he was doing. He felt his cock straining, begging for release. He knew he could take no more, he had to fuck her, he had had enough. He took his fingers out of her slowly and when he did she cried out and reached down for his wrist. He chuckled and grabbed her hand pinning it above her head. "No, no baby girl. You see I'm going to now give you what you've been begging for." 

He positioned himself between her legs reached down between them and slowly rubbing his cock head against her clit. She gasped or more like cried out. He could tell she was beyond stopping him, her sweet pussy was ready for a pounding and well dammit he was ready to give it to her. He placed his cock at the entrance to her womb and slowly inch by inch inserted it inside. When he was half way and she was digging her nails into his back he pulled back and SLAMMED hard into her. All 7 inches was buried in her tight virgin pussy. MMM he thought virgin no more. She cried out he knew it hurt but he also knew that he had prepared her enough that he definitely had not torn her. He waited and let her get comfortable with his body inside hers. Kissing her lips softly, then each cheek, her eyelids then back to her lips where he started out soft and gentle then built. As his tongue started plunging in her mouth he also started moving in and out of her hot body. Slowly in and out taking his time initiating her to the world of sex. 

Her pussy was swallowing his cock like it had been starving for it. Maybe it had he didn't care all he knew was that this felt so good. He speeded up his pace a bit plunging in and out harder and faster. Kissing the side of her neck and whispering in her ear how good she felt around his cock. She moaned her agreement. She soon wrapped her legs around his waist pulling him deeper. Her nails were now buried deep in his ass cheeks. Then something must have snapped in her because she just started moaning and telling him "fuck me, fuck me Greg... .Mmmm fuck me so hard." That was all the encouragement he needed. He took her legs placed them over his shoulders and started hammering his cock hard into her tight wet pussy. He lost his mind and thought of nothing but what he was doing. It felt so good... in and out, in and out harder and harder. He could feel her muscles tightening around him and he knew she was going to cum; but he wasn't ready. She yelled out her release yet he did not stop. He just kept pounding and pounding. It was like he could not get enough of her. He pulled out and she cried... "Shh." He whispered as he turned her around and placed her on her hands and knees... "God baby I can't stop fucking you." He said as he mounted her from behind. She didn't protest as she was still in the throws of her climax. He slammed into her all the way till his balls slapped her ass. God this was so good, he couldn't get enough. This position made her tighter and he loved it, this had always been his favorite position. He pistoned in her so hard, his balls slapped against her ass and her moans soon became keening cries. He knew she had to be sore but he couldn't stop. Fucking her harder and harder. 

He reached down with one and hand and started fingering her clit. She was still dripping wet and he knew that soon he would have her cumming again. He didn't know why but he slapped her ass; he just felt the need to do it, she cried out but something told him it wasn't from pain. He slapped her again and again and while he did he pounded harder and harder... slap after slap and her ass was bright red this made him so hot. He leaned down pulled her hair and lightly bit the side of her neck and as he felt her body tighten in yet another orgasm he felt his balls tighten up preparing for his first orgasm. He leaned down and told her. "Get ready little girl I'm about to cum." And with a one last plunge he sprayed his hot seed inside her tight body... they both collapsed. 

He tried to ease some of his weight off of her but there wasn't much room. She didn't seem to care she was too worried about trying to remember how to breath. So was he for that matter. As soon as he thought he could move without having a heart attack he rolled over onto his back taking her with him. He laid her on his chest and stroked her hair. He put his hands on each side of her face looked her in the eyes and asked. "Are you okay honey? I'm sorry I know I was a bit rough." She just nodded that she was. She still hadn't recovered enough. He smiled and she smiled back. He kissed her forehead and laid her head back on his chest, right on his heart. As he drifted off to sleep something told him that this young temptress had just stolen his heart and there was nothing he could or would do about it.



The Voyeur



I have always loved watching Lydia in action. She is so passionate in her lovemaking and you can see her true love of cock by the look on her face and in her moans of ecstasy. She is truly a delight to see and I watch her homemade videos often while masturbating. 

Lydia meets most of her lovers through one of the Internet sites that specializes in meeting for sex. Normally she'll invite them to our house after she's chatted with them for a while and gotten to know them. I will ensure I'm not home for the first meeting and then if there is a second I will stick around to watch and maybe join in. She always makes a video for me to watch the action, though.

Lydia had been exchanging emails with John, a married professional, for a few weeks and decided it was time to get together with him. I told her I wanted to try something different this time. Instead of him coming straight to the house I told her to meet him at a bar so that I could expand my voyeurism. I wanted to view the entire interaction from first meeting to first fucking. Lydia agreed it would be fun and a nice change from the routine, and a date was set.

They were to meet Friday night at a popular Blues bar close to our home at 8. Lydia and I were going to get there early so that John wouldn't know we were together. He knew she was married, but didn't know what I looked like, and thought I was out of town.

When the big night came I picked out a sexy outfit for Lydia to wear. It was a tight white halter that her dark Asian nipples easily shown through coupled with a black, clinging skirt that came down only about four inches below her pussy. Under the skirt was a black, see-through thong that hid nothing from even the casual observer.

We took separate cars and sat next to each other at the bar. It was moderately crowded and more than a couple guys had noticed Lydia the minute she walked in. A few tried chatting her up, but were quickly brushed off. Lydia casually mentioned that one or two would have gotten lucky if she weren't meeting John.

A few minutes before 8 Lydia quietly said, "There he is." 

I turned to see John walking towards Lydia with a big smile on his face. His eyes were wandering up and down her frame with obvious approval. When he got to where we were sitting they gave each other a polite kiss on cheek. I noticed he had put his hand on her exposed thigh when he leaned down to kiss her and it stayed there quite a bit longer than the peck on the cheek lasted.

John was a very handsome dark-skinned black man. He stood over six-feet tall and was a muscular 200 pounds. He had a winning smile and personality that was making Lydia melt immediately.

John mentioned how sexy she looked and sat in the barstool on the other side of Lydia from where I was sitting. Lydia turned her seat to face John, placing her feet on the railing of his stool and keeping her knees slightly apart for maximum effect. He was enjoying the view and soon his hand was back on her bare thigh, his dark skin contrasting beautifully with her light Japanese complexion. 

I tried to act as uninterested as possible while listening to their chitchat. Since Lydia's back was to me I couldn't tell exactly what John's hand was doing, but it was obvious that he was lightly massaging her thigh. Her hand was resting on his wrist letting him know she enjoyed his caress. 

John excused himself to go to the restroom. As he walked past I noticed a prominent bulge in his slacks. I had seen the pictures of his cock that he had sent Lydia and the bulge confirmed that the monster was really his.

Lydia turned towards the bar and quietly told how wet she was. John's fingers had gone under her skirt and had been brushing against her panties from time to time. With the side view I now had I could see how hard her nipples were. I wanted to pull up her shirt right there and suck on them.

When John came back Lydia turned her stool away from me again. When he sat down he pulled his seat closer so that they were sitting about as close as they could get. He sat so that his knees were spread on either side of her legs, placing her firmly under his control. Again his hand went to her thigh.

Lydia sat more towards the edge of the seat-cushion and leaned back against the back of the stool offering John easier access to her treasures. He appeared to be taking full advantage of her position. Even though they were still making small talk, Lydia's body movement told me she was getting very hot.

As my view of the action was being blocked, I chose to move to a better location. There was a small table a few feet that I moved to. It placed me so that I could see Lydia's face and put me eye-level with her pussy. From my new vantagepoint I could see how much more visible Lydia's nipples and areola were from being hard. Her top no longer did anything to hide them from view. John's hand was high on her thigh and caressing her. I could tell whenever his finger brushed against her pussy by the sharp intake of breath.

Lydia sat up straight and leaned on John's muscular thighs. They gave each other soft kisses while continuing to chat. Every now and then I saw her rub across his bulge with her fingers. It was a sly movement of her hand that was hardly noticeable to anyone but John and I. You could see it had the same effect on him that his fingers had had on her earlier.

It was now Lydia's turn to excuse herself. I chuckled to myself when I saw John trying to slyly reposition his aching hard-on to a more comfortable spot. The poor guy was hurting, but I didn't feel sorry for him. Lydia was going to take care of any discomfort he had once they got to the house.

When Lydia returned I noticed she had something in her hand. She stood between John's legs instead of sitting down. She pressed something into his hand and as he opened his hand to look at it I saw it was her soaked panties. From where I sat I could see the glistening of her juices in the crotch, then he put them in his pocket. She leaned forward to kiss him and his hands went down to her ass. He was kneading her ass cheeks until their passionate kiss was finished.

Lydia decided to give me a little show. She remained standing between John's legs, but turned to face me. She placed one of her feet up on the railing and allowed her skirt to ride up her legs. I had a full view of her wet, naked pussy. I could see her juice starting to run down her leg. Her labia were puffy and opening up as they always do when she is ready for action.

She held that pose and leaned back against John's leg. His hand went back to her thigh not realizing what she was doing to me. I noticed his finger gently rubbing against her protruding clit. My cock was getting so hard now that I was actually empathizing with his discomfort.

I gave Lydia a nod, our signal that it was time, and headed to the door. When I got home I headed straight for the bedroom. In the large walk-in closet was a chair and camcorder. I could easily see the bed through the slats in the door while remaining hidden so I sat back and relaxed while waiting for the lovers to get home.

The front door opened about 10 minutes after I got home. I heard sounds of passionate kissing as soon as the door shut, then I heard Lydia say, "In the bedroom."

When Lydia led John into the bedroom I saw his pants were really tented and I could see pussy juice running down the inside of my wife's thigh almost halfway to her knee. They had definitely worked each other into a frenzy. 

They began tearing each other's clothes off and I gasped as John's huge cock sprang out of his pants. It was at least 10 inches and very thick. Lydia dropped to her knees and proceeded to lick and kiss it before taking the head in her mouth. After only a few minutes of Lydia trying to take his whole shaft into her mouth, John started to stiffen and shot his load into her hot, wet mouth. I could see his cock spasming as jet after jet of hot spunk went down my beautiful wife's throat.

When she was done feasting on John, Lydia pulled him on top of her on the bed. They kissed deeply while their hands explored each other's bodies. John pinched and rolled Lydia's nipples while she filled both hands with his muscular ass. I could see their tongues dancing together in rhythm with the caressing. 

Lydia was breathing heavily and I could tell what she wanted. Her Legs went around John's back and she told him to fuck her. As his cock never did soften after he came, he was both willing and able. He reached down and rubbed the head of his cock along her lips, teasing her as she used the leverage of her legs around his back to try to thrust into his cock. Since he had had his release, John was in a great position to tease a little and wasn't letting Lydia off the hook. He allowed just the head to pop inside her and then would pull back a little, his cock never losing contact with her pussy.

Lydia was thrashing around underneath John, but he had her arms pinned over her head and there wasn't much she could do. I heard her begin to moan pitifully. Her pussy was so hungry and John had no mercy. Every time the head would go in her, she tried in vain to swallow the rest of it. She knew he wanted her to beg for him, but she was determined not to, even though he definitely had the power right now.

I could see the look on her face. She wanted him. She needed his cock deep inside her. John was grinning the whole time. He knew exactly what he was doing, and it was no accident. He wanted to hear Lydia cry out for his cock. He didn't just want her to beg. He wanted her to plead. He could see that her resolve was wearing down. 

Her hips were becoming tired from constantly trying to force his cock into her pussy. Her moans were becoming cries of frustration. I was enthralled by the power he now had over her. My cock was ready to explode in my hand when I heard her finally give in.

"Oh, pleeease!!!", I heard escape from her lips. She hadn't meant to say it. It had just come out. John had won and she now belonged to him.

"What do you want, my little one?"

"You! I want you to fuck me." There was no more fighting left in her. She was through.

John kissed my wife gently on the mouth then thrust his cock deep into her pussy with one motion. Lydia screamed as his cock hit the innermost reaches of her pussy. Her body convulsed in ecstasy and orgasm as John held his cock as deep as it would go. He allowed her to grind herself on him to maximize her release. She had been a good girl and deserved as much. My cock jerked in my hand as I covered myself with come. This guy was good.

Lydia held her ass off the bed using her legs, which were still locked behind John's back. Her hips were rapidly moving up and down, causing John's cock to hit every part of her pussy and press against her cervix. 

As her orgasm subsided, John began slowly thrusting in and out of Lydia. He worked up a nice steady rhythm inside her that she easily matched with her hips. His thrusts started intensifying and I could now hear the slapping of his hips against her ass echo through the room. My cock once again grew in my hand as I slowly kneaded it to full erection.

Lydia started becoming very vocal at this point, moaning and telling John to fuck her good and hard. Being a gentleman, John complied, thrusting his cock into her as hard as he could. Her moans of approval became so loud I was sure the neighbors could hear.

John slipped a hand under Lydia's back and lifted her up off the bed. He rolled over, bringing her on top of him while keeping his cock inside her. Lydia's ass was now pointed straight at me and I had a perfect view of John's cock stretching her pussy to its limit. His cock was covered in white pussy juice and shining like the sun.

I watched John's cock disappear as Lydia sank down onto it. I couldn't believe how much cock she was able to get inside her beautiful pussy. All I could see now were his balls poking out from underneath her ass. Lydia began rocking her hips back and forth rapidly on John's cock and she was soon exploding again.

She collapsed on top of John's chest and I saw him begin to thrust into her. The force of him fucking her was causing her body to bounce up and down on his hips like she was riding a bucking bronco.

John flipped her over onto her back, this time keeping her ass towards me, and began fucking her mercilessly. I heard John ask her, "Do you want my come in that hot pussy of yours, Baby?"

"Oh, yeah! Fill me up, John. Come in my pussy!!!"

That was all John needed to hear as he shoved his cock deep inside Lydia and began moaning. Lydia fucked back against his spurting cock as he filled her up and again came herself.

John collapsed on top of Lydia completely spent. Once he had regained his composure, he dressed and kissed Lydia, promising that they would do it again.

As soon as I heard the front door close I came out of my hiding place. Lydia was still lying on the bed just as John had left her. She had kept her hips in a position to hold his come inside her. I sat between her legs and looked at her well-fucked pussy. It was wide open and I could see John's come inside it. Some had dribbled out and ran down her ass. The sheets under her were soaked with her juices and I bent down to kiss her distended labia.

The taste of John's come inside Lydia's dripping pussy was like honey on my tongue. I thrust my tongue into her as deep as I could and sucked their love juices from her pussy. When she was clean inside I licked around her pussy and ass, not missing a drop.

Lydia started moaning again and I took her swollen clit between my teeth and assaulted it with my tongue causing her to come again. I got up on my knees and started stroking my cock for her to see (she loves seeing my cock spurt its come all over her belly). It didn't take but a few seconds for my cock to erupt and cover her with my seed.

I collapsed on top of Lydia and kissed her deeply. I told her how much I loved her and how hot she had been. She told me how much she had enjoyed giving me a show and how hot it made her. She promised that we would definitely do this again. 



The Voyeur



Leah sits at the pool reading her magazine. She notices the couple sitting across the pool from her. He's rather tall, dark salt and pepper hair, more pepper than salt. Broad shoulders, hairy chest, nice pecs, nice butt she thinks. She's blonde, tall, slender, small breasts, great ass, Leigh hates that. Something about her is alluring though. She notices they seem to be looking in her direction, but Leah assumes that they are looking at the ocean behind her. 

As she continues her reading she can hear parts of their conversation... 

"...yes, she is!..."

"I'd like to, but do you think...."

"....well, it's making me hot!" 

Leah's glad that she’s wearing her darkest sunglasses. Not just because the sun is bright, but because it allows her to check the couple out. She whispers to herself, "Yes, I'd like to too," as she continues to stare at the enticing couple. 

The slender blonde adjusts her chair so she can lay on her stomach. She unhooks her bikini top, letting the sun erase any tan lines. He opens the beach bag, grabs the suntan oil, and pours it all over her back, making little S shapes as he does. His strong hands begin to massage the oil into her skin. Leah watches the muscles in his forearms as they practically ripple with each movement from his hands. His chest muscles tighten and relax with each stroke up and down her back. She can feel herself becoming excited. She wants to be the one he's rubbing oil on. The blonde moans her pleasure as he continues to rub the oil in. 

"Oh, yes, that feels so good" she says. It's innocent and yet so provocative. The blonde closes her eyes as she continues to make little comments, "Mm, your hands feel so good on me." 

"I knew you'd like it," he says. 

Leah finds herself beginning to fantasize about this rakish stranger. She can almost feel his hands on her body, rubbing oil all over her, allowing the sun to heat her skin, her body glistening in the hot sun. 

"I’m going to get a couple of drinks. You stay here, I'll be right back." 

Leah hears herself say, "Okay." Embarrassed, she quickly opens her eyes wondering if she said that out loud. As she looks in the couple’s direction, she doesn't notice anything out of the ordinary. Relieved, Leah returns to her magazine. The words seem a blur as her mind hasn't finished with the fantasy flourishing there. Again, she looks up at where the couple has been sitting. She notices that the blonde is again looking in her direction, but she can't see her eyes. Are they closed? Is she looking at me?. 

Her nervousness quickly subsides as she realizes that she’s strangely excited about the prospect of the blonde’s attraction to her. Just then the dark haired man returns with drinks in hand. Two tequila sunrises, complete with umbrellas. Leah tells herself that she should really get back to her magazine, but her eyes are not listening as she looks him up and down once more. Hmmm, yes, very nice she thinks. She watches them kiss, it's soft and tender. The blonde sees her and smiles. Once again, Leah hears only part of their conversation. "..think we...onlooker"! What did she say?, Leah thinks with a little more trepidation. Oh man, I gotta stop this, she thinks to herself, but the scene before her is too compelling to walk away from. Leah thinks of introducing herself, but she’s afraid that she’s heard things wrong. 

Unable to concentrate on her magazine, Leah decides that she needs a distraction and gets something to drink. As she walks to the pool bar, she senses a pair of eyes following her. She takes a peek over her shoulder and sees the blonde’s arms wrapped around her man’s neck as he reaches up to caress her breasts, unaware that they are being watched by Leah. Or are they? The blonde looks at Leah as she walks away. It was a short walk to the bar and Leah's thoughts were replaying the scene from a moment ago. Strangely, she can't get them out of her mind. She could almost feel the passion between the couple and she was wanting to be a part of it. The bartender asks what she'd like to drink, but she barely hears him, lost in her own fantasy. 

"Miss?, did you want something to drink?". 

Embarrassed by her lack of reply, Leah quietly says, "Oh, um, yes! Give me something that'll make me feel good, something exotic." 

He begins to pour various liquors and fruit juices into his blender, saying, "I've got the perfect thing for a pretty woman who's lost in thought. Here, we call it Love Potion." She sips her drink while her thoughts return to the couple at the pool. She asks the bartender if he knows them and he just shakes his head. Too bad, she tells herself, But I'd sure like to get to know them. Leah continues sipping on her drink. In practically no time, she hears the slurp of the last few drops of her intoxicating potion. She asks the bartender for another and then returns back to the pool. As she begins her walk back to her lounge chair, her mind again replays the scene of the blonde and her beau. Nearing the pool, she hears their voices, but this time they're more hushed and giggling. Step by step, she quietly, almost stealthily, approaches the pool. Her mind races. Are they doing it?. She can feel her pussy getting moist just at the thought. 

She finds a bush that will conceal her approach, yet allows her a slightly unobstructed view of the couple. Feeling a little dirty and yet, very excited at the same time, Leah watches the couple who's only a few feet away. They've become quite uninhibited as they hold each other, her topless and his hands caressing her body. 

"Mm" she says again, "your making me horny." 

"Your not the only one getting horny" he says. Leah silently agrees, herself becoming quite horny. The blonde suggests someplace with a little more privacy to her man. 

"So we can do this right." Leah heard her say. 

As they gather their things, Leah quickly moves from her hiding spot. As Leah walks past them, they give her a knowing smile and she hears one of them say, "Do you think she'll wanna watch?" 

"I hope so," the other replies. 

Afraid that they saw her peeking at them, Leah's face becomes flushed and her pussy becomes soaked. Do they want me to watch? Intrigued, she decides to follow them. She collects her towel and beach bag and starts down the same path. After a moments thought, she begins to have doubts, deciding that it was ridiculous and Leah takes the path that leads to her hotel room. Suddenly, she stops, having seen the couple walking down a foot path off to her left. 

Her body tells her to follow, while her head tells her something different. Almost reluctant, yet incredibly excited, Leah finds herself turning back and taking the path the couple have chosen. She walks down the path making sure to keep a reasonable distance from them. She easily follows their laughter and giggles as she continues down the same path. At that moment their laughter stops. Not wanting to be seen, Leah ducks behind a leafy fern, waiting, wondering if they've seen her. She hears more laughter and then a splash and knows that she's safe from being spotted. "Hmm" she hums. "Bet I know what they're doing." 

Leah finds a spot off the path that allows her a full view of this intriguing couple. As they remove their bathing suits, she feels a new wave of sensations course through her body. Leah watches them come out of the water, the blonde in her naked splendor and he, also naked and erect! His smile nearly as big as his cock. He moves toward her, kisses her as his hands touch her naked breasts. 

Excited by his erection, Leah removes her top and begins to play with her nipples. Her hands moving as his hands do, imagining they are touching her. The blonde gets on her knees and takes his cock into her mouth, sucking and stroking him. His eyes close slightly and his head tilts back. Leah can hear his moans of ecstasy as the blonde takes him deep into her mouth. Leah's hands move down to her now soaking wet bikini bottoms. She slips a finger past the lining and feels her cleanly shaved pussy. So soft and wet. Her fingers slide up and down upon her clit, sliding in and out of her wet hole. The scene before her hardly matters anymore as she’s lost in her own thoughts of having sex with these strangers. 

Leah hears him groan loudly. She opens her eyes and sees him fucking the blonde from behind, her hands holding onto a rock for balance. She arches her back, grinding back against him. His hands holding her shoulders, pounding his cock into her. Each stroke causes a moan from the woman, each moan causes a new wave of excitement for Leah. Unaware of Leah's presence, the couple continues their sexual frenzy, taking turns giving oral pleasure, hands caressing each others bodies, tongues flicking, fingers probing. Leah's own sexual desires are becoming too much as her own fingers begin working their magic. 

"Oh God!" she says aloud, no longer worried if she can be heard or not. Her exhibitionists are exploding in simultaneous orgasms. Their moans muffled by the foliage around them. The same foliage muffles her own moans of pleasure as she raises her hips off the ground, her fingers working a feverish speed on her clit. The sounds of her own orgasm echoes in her ears. As she opens her eyes, she sees the couple looking in her direction. 

Not sure if they've seen her or not, she decides to leave. As she walks back up the path she wonders, who was the voyeur and who was the exhibitionist. 

Arriving back at her room, Leah removes her suit and lies on her bed, repeating the scene of the couple in her head again. Without fears of being seen or heard, Leah's hands return to her pussy, her fingers rubbing her clit even faster than before. As her orgasm builds, she lets out a long low pitched moan of satisfaction. Mentally as well as physically drained, Leah closes her eyes and falls asleep, but not before she promises herself to find out who this erotic couple is so she can make plans to meet with them before her vacation ends.



The Voyeur



For five nights now he had been watching her from his apartment across the street. 

The first night had been an accident; his telescope had been aimed towards the stars when he saw a light come on in her apartment. He lowered the telescope and saw her entering her bedroom.

She was dressed so business-like; dark pinstriped jacket and skirt, white blouse,  her hair pinned back in a bun. 

She released her hair first,  shaking her head as she did so. Long auburn locks fell down to her shoulders. She slipped off the jacket and hung it up. She unzipped her skirt and slowly slid it down her hips revealing the conservative white cotton panties she wore. She picked the skirt up off the floor and hung it up in the closet beside the jacket. She slowly unbuttoned the blouse and slid it down off her shoulders removing one arm then the other. She turned around and faced him as she walked towards the hamper and placed the blouse in it.

He had no idea at what point he had become aroused by her. Was it when her hair fell down to her shoulders? Was it when she removed her skirt and revealed her plump buttocks covered by her panties? Or was it when she turned to face him and he saw the mounds of her breasts rise up above her bra? Or maybe it was just how erotic it was to be watching a stranger who was unaware she was being watched. All he knew was that his hardness had become very uncomfortable pressing against his jeans. He wanted to stand up and remove them but was afraid of what he might miss across the street. Instead he unbuttoned them and carefully unzipped. He pulled out his member and sighed in relief,  never taking his eye off her. 

She reached behind and unclasped her bra. She folded it neatly and placed it on the dresser. He chuckled at how meticulous she was. He wondered what she would be like when she let loose,  if she ever let loose. She placed her hands inside the waistband of her panties,  running her hands down over her ample hips and outer thighs as she slid them off,  leaning over to pick them up off the floor.

He gasped at the sight of her bent over,  exposing her fleshy buttocks to him. Unconsciously he touched his hardness and the wetness on the head surprised him. Slowly he began to stroke,  feeling his member getting harder,  thicker.

She turned around again and walked towards the hamper with her panties in hand. He focused in on her feminine place; neatly trimmed yet with hair,  as a woman should be. She stood in front of the window for a minute as if she knew he was watching and wanted him to see all of her; her ample bosom,  her rounded belly,  her wide hips,  her fleshy thighs,  her hairy mound. For a minute he feared she might close the blind and his breath caught in his throat,  but she didn't. She turned around and picked up the robe that was lying neatly on the foot of the bed,  slipped it on and left the room.

He sat there for a minute and imagined what it would be like to bury his hardness in her warmth and wetness. He wanted to bend her over,  take her from behind. He could feel his cock sliding in and out of her,  faster,  harder,  rubbing against that beautiful ass. His hands touching those beautiful breasts as they bounced up and down. He wondered if her nipples were sensitive. He moaned loudly and came with those thoughts. He sat there for a minute,  spent from the mental and physical activity she had just put him through. He needed to clean up but was afraid he would miss seeing her take the robe off. When logical thought returned to him,  he figured she was probably going to go and make something to eat,  maybe watch some television. He would give himself an hour to clean up and have supper and then he knew he would continue his vigil.

She shut the light in the bedroom and walked down the hall to the kitchen. She looked over her shoulder and peered back into the darkness of her room. She could have sworn someone had been watching her. She shook her head and laughed at her own silliness. She lived on the 12th floor of the high rise apartment building. Who would be able to see her up here and who would want to make that effort? She knew she wasn't a beauty,  not the Barbie Doll most men of her acquaintances seemed to be attracted to. But she was comfortable with herself and,  as her mother told her,  her "Mr. Right" was just around the corner. 

She opened the fridge door and looked inside. She reached for the container with the leftover chicken chow mien and placed it in the microwave. She looked over her shoulder again; still not able to shake the feeling she had had in the bedroom. 

She took the warmed food and went to sit in the living room and hungrily devoured it while watching a movie she had seen a dozen times before. When it ended she went into the kitchen and washed the container and fork,  placing them on the rack to dry. She wouldn't have dreamed of leaving them in the sink. She liked routine and order in her life. Her friends continually suggested she let loose once in a while but she just smiled at them,  agreed with them and then continued to do what she always did.

She turned off the light in the kitchen and headed towards the bathroom. First she brushed her teeth then washed her face; her nightly routine. She smiled at herself in the mirror and said out loud,  "You are beautiful and sexy and a worthwhile person." She laughed at herself and her belief in positive thinking,  turned out the light and went into the bedroom.

He saw the light come on and quickly positioned the telescope on her window. She had taken longer then he expected and he had been afraid he had missed her. Unconsciously,  a sigh of relief escaped his lips as he saw her enter the room. He thought how beautiful she was and he wondered if she knew that.

She untied her robe and slipped it off,  returning it to its place at the foot of the bed. He watched her walk over to the chest of drawers and pull out what appeared to be a long tee shirt. As she slipped it over her head he watched her hands glide over her breasts,  her tummy and her womanly place. God how he wished they were his hands.

She pulled the shirt down and walked over to the nightstand. She turned on the bedside lamp and then walked over to shut the overhead light. Even through the dim light he could see her,  her nightshirt barely covering her thighs. She carefully pulled back the covers and climbed into bed. She reached over to the nightstand and picked up the pocket book lying there. 

He watched her as she read,  licked her finger when she turned the pages,  smiling at different parts. He thought she had a beautiful smile. He saw her look towards the window once and it startled him. No way could she know he was there,  but he wondered if she felt his presence. She closed the book and placed it on the nightstand. Sadness enveloped him as he waited for her to close the light but instead she moved her hands under the covers. She pushed them back slightly as she touched her breasts with her left hand. He opened his eyes wide and his breath caught in his throat as the realization hit that she was pleasuring herself. How he wished she would throw the covers off completely but instead he had to rely on his imagination once again as his hand began to stroke his hardness.

She pulled and pinched her nipples,  gently at first. She moaned quietly as her hand moved over her breasts. She spread her legs and reached between them with her other hand. She could feel the wetness escaping and was surprised at how aroused she was. She needed to cum so badly. She slipped one finger in then another. She loved the slippery wetness she felt. She rolled her clit between her fingers and the pleasure it created made her squirm and moan louder. She began rubbing harder,  faster. She pinched her right nipple hard,  as she always did just before she climaxed. She gasped and moaned and screamed and when she lay there after,  spent,  she couldn't remember cumming that hard before. She looked over at the window again and wondered.

He thought he came even harder this time then earlier that evening. Imagining her touching herself,  pleasing herself drove him crazy. As he watched her squirming in her bed he stroked his hard cock. Oh God he wanted her.

He sat there for a long time after the light had gone out. He tried to understand what had happened to him tonight. He was a fairly attractive man,  tall,  muscular,  blond hair,  and piercing blue eyes. He had never had trouble meeting women or getting his needs filled,  but tonight he had been totally satiated by watching and imagining a total stranger from a distance. He wondered what time she got up in the morning and set his alarm for 6 AM. He got into bed and closed his eyes,  imagining how she felt,  how she tasted,  how she sounded and as he slept his dreams were filled with her.

She turned off the alarm and lied in bed for a few minutes. She could smell the coffee perking in the kitchen since she always set the timer the night before. She stretched out her arms and legs then rolled over on her side and looked out the window. Was it possible that someone from across the street was watching her? Not too damn likely,  she thought to herself and headed to the shower.

When he awoke in the morning he went directly to his window. He looked across the street through his telescope and saw an empty bed. He had missed her,  he thought disappointedly,  but then noticed the robe wasn't at the foot of the bed. Thinking she was probably in the shower,  he went to the bathroom then went to make coffee.

She stepped under the hot and steamy water,  allowing it to hit her face before she turned her back to it. She squeezed the shampoo into the palm of her hand and began to massage it into her hair and her scalp. She rinsed her hair then placed shower gel onto her bath puff. As she began to soap her body she wondered what it would be like to shower with a man. It was a pleasure she imagined but never experienced. She put the puff down and ran her hands over her soapy,  slippery skin. She imagined his hands caressing her breasts,  teasing her nipples. As her hand traveled down her stomach she imagined his hands. The thought excited her,  aroused her and once again she felt the need to pleasure herself.

She took the hand-held showerhead and rinsed the soap off her body. Streams of soapy water wound their way down her curves,  drops of water driping off her already hardening nipples. She adjusted the setting to pulsing and positioned it between her legs. With urgency she had not felt in a long time she pressed it up against her,  forcing herself open and allowing the streams of water to stimulate her clit. She closed her eyes and moaned loudly. It only took a few minutes for the orgasm to take over her body. She trembled and leaned herself against the shower wall to brace herself. 

She opened her eyes and smiled. "Wow" she spoke out loud,  turned off the taps and stepped out of the shower. She dried herself,  put on her robe and made her way to the kitchen to get a cup of coffee before heading back to the bedroom.

He watched her as she entered the room. He wondered if she had pleasured herself in the shower as he intended to. She walked over to the window,  coffee cup in hand and looked in his direction. It looked as if she was scanning the windows of his building,  looking for him. He wondered if she could see him and as he moved the telescope away and looked over at her window with his naked eyes he knew she couldn't. He continued to gaze at her as she sipped her coffee.

She looked over at the clock on the nightstand and turned away from the window. She walked towards the bureau and pulled out a pair of white cotton panties. She held them up and then re-folded them and put them back. She reached into the back of the drawer and pulled out a black thong. It seemed to him that she took her time putting it on,  staying bent over longer than necessary,  her ass pointed towards the window. Did she know? She ran her hands up and down her cheeks seductively. My God how much he wanted that woman. And he started to plan.

For four more days and nights he watched her,  studied her,  her habits and tonight he was going to have her. He felt confident that if he approached her on the street she would be suspicious of his motives and possibly reject him. She was not the kind of woman he felt he could sweep off her feet. She was cautious. He wanted to TAKE her,  give her an adventure they would never forget.

He waited till 6pm and then entered her building. He rode the elevator up to the twelfth floor and waited in the stair well for her. She arrived at 6:20,  just as he had estimated,  and he came up behind her,  placed a hand over her mouth and told her he wouldn't hurt her if she was quiet. She nodded her head in agreement and he took the key from her and unlocked the door. 

They entered the apartment and he guided her to the bedroom. He told her not to turn around and he slowly started to undress her from behind. He reached inside her blouse and brushed his hand over her breasts,  teasing her nipples with the palm of his hand. She leaned back against him and he felt her body shudder. He told her he would hurt her if she resisted and she didn't. He undid her slacks and slid them down to the floor,  his hand sliding between her legs. He massaged her gently,  pressing the heel of his palm against her pussy. Already he could feel her panties getting damp.

She kept her eyes closed the whole time. She knew who he was; he was the man who had been watching her. She didn't know why she knew,  but she did. 

She leaned back against him as his hands caressed her. She could feel his hard cock pressing against her. He unclasped her bra and slid it over her arms. He looked down at her breasts over her shoulder and she heard his breath catch in his throat. She tried to turn around but he commanded her not to. She took his hands from around her waist and placed them on her breasts asking him what he wanted; "You." he whispered in her ear,  "All of you,  every inch of you,  inside and out." She sighed and he kissed her neck.

He pushed her towards the bed and commanded her to get on her knees. She didn't hesitate. She leaned down on her arms,  her legs spread to give him access to her private place,  her ass raised in the air. She braced herself to be penetrated. But she gasped in surprise as she felt his mouth between her legs,  licking her inner thighs,  nibbling on their fleshiness,  sucking on them. She pressed her thighs together,  holding his face there and he reveled in their softness. He moved his mouth to her pussy,  his tongue exploring and teasing. "You taste so good baby." he managed to say before he buried his face between her legs and plunged his tongue deep inside of her.

She rode his tongue like a cock,  pressing back against him,  squirming against his face. He swirled his tongue over her clit. "Cum,  baby ... CUM FOR ME, " he commanded and she did. Her juices flowed from her and he lapped them up like a thirsty animal; licking,  sucking,  slurping. She cried out for him to fuck her and he did.

He grabbed her by the hips and pulled her to the edge of the bed. He wanted to enter her slowly,  inch by inch,  savoring every minute. He pressed the head in slowly,  but the minute it felt her wetness,  her warmth,  he couldn't hold back. He felt her body jerk as he slammed his cock into her. His balls slapped against her ass and she screamed out her desire. "Oh God YESSSSSSS, " she screamed "FUCK ME ... HARDER.... FASTER, " and he complied with her wishes. He placed both hands on her hips and pulled her back into him as he thrust forward. Their moans filled the air as their bodies shared each other's climax.

He lay on top of her as she collapsed onto the bed. She felt his warm breath on her neck as he nuzzled and kissed her. After a while he rolled off her and she rolled on to her back. They laid there side by side,  not saying a word,  their ragged breaths filling the air.

She raised herself up and knelt beside him. She kissed his forehead,  his mouth,  his chest,  and a trail of kisses down to his cock. She kissed the head then slowly sucked it into her mouth. She felt as much as heard him gasp. "Oh Godddd,  baby, " he whispered and she smiled to herself. She licked up and down his shaft then slowly sucked his balls into her mouth,  rolling one then the other around with her tongue. He caressed her hair and told her how much he loved it. She licked his shaft from base to tip then slowly began sucking it into her mouth. She felt it grow as she bathed it in her saliva. He was rock hard in minutes and she continued to suck. He placed his hands on the back of her head and held her there as his hips began to buck towards her,  fucking her mouth slowly and steadily. He wanted to feed that sweet,  hungry mouth,  feed her every drop of his cum. 

She could feel her own juices dripping down her thighs and she reached between them to feel the wetness. As she gently massaged his balls with one hand,  she rubbed herself with the other,  drenching her fingers in her juices. She held her fingers up to his mouth and he licked and sucked them clean. She reached between her legs again,  this time massaging her clit in little circles. The more aroused she made herself the harder she sucked. His moaning increased and she felt his body tense at the same time as the pleasure she got from her fingers began to peak.

Cum spurted into her mouth and surprised her. She had never tasted so much cum before. She swallowed and licked,  gagging a little at first. She tried to pull away but he held her head in place. "Please no,  baby, " he begged "be my sweet cock sucker." and continued to shoot cum into her mouth. He had raised his hips up towards her and she sucked him hard,  wrapping her tongue around his cock,  her teeth raking gently against him.

She felt his body relax and his hand slid from the back of her head to her face. His hand rested under her jaw as his thumb caressed her cheek. She slid her mouth off his spent cock and looked up into his face. He coaxed her toward him and he gently kissed her mouth. Their first real kiss and once again she smiled to herself.

As he forced his tongue into her mouth,  his hand reached out for her breast. He pinched her nipple between his thumb and forefinger. He pulled it and stretched and she moaned through their kiss. He released his mouth from hers and kissed her neck,  then her chest and with his free hand he brought her right breast to his lips. He rubbed her nipple against his lips. He poked his tongue out slowly licking her nipple in circles. 

She reached down and caressed his already hardening cock. She ran her hand up and down the shaft and was rewarded by it getting harder and thicker.

He sucked on her nipple like a child needing to be fed. She continued to stroke him,  massage his balls,  rake her fingernails up and down his thighs,  teasing him. He moaned and unconsciously bit her nipple. She cried out and he gently kissed it.

He couldn't believe how hard he had become so quickly and he pulled her arms till she was straddling his waist,  his cock pressing against her ass. "Ride me, " he whispered. She raised herself and positioned her pussy just above the head of his cock. She swayed back and forth teasing his cock with her pussy and vice versa. She looked down as she slowly lowered herself on to his hardness,  watching his cock enter her.

She moved up and down faster and faster,  side to side. He laid there and watched her breasts bounce up and down,  swaying back and forth. She slid off his cock a little and looked down to see his member glistening with her juices. She lowered herself again and rode him hard and fast; feeling his cock buried deep inside of her. He captured her tits in his hands and teased her nipples with his thumbs. He felt her body tense and when they came together,  they felt all their energy escape in an instant.




The Voyeur



He took another sip of beer and watched. People milled around the bars unaware of his being. He liked this, he liked it a lot. He was unobtrusive, yet he knew all about them. People watching. His pastime. Nobody got hurt and he always chose his targets with great care. Of course he had to be careful, there were those after all who would not appreciate the attention, but he was good. Very good at being another face in the crowd, another invisible man.

This was the best time of course. Summer, and this was a good summer, hot and sticky. Not the usual British summer at all. They liked the heat. They, being women. It was hot, and they were hot. He wouldn't have to work too hard tonight, it was like manna from heaven.

Brighton was also his favourite place. More European than Europe, it had what the more refined people watcher needed. Class and classier people. Tarts and tits, bums and legs. drugs and money could be found in all the big cities, but here there was an ambience. Yes he liked that word. He'd done it everywhere, even in his home town, but people were more wary there, more protective. Small town people with small town minds. They could be violent there as well. He hated that. Here though, people were open, more free. He watched them all from here. They were his people, his characters. Sometimes he felt he should write a book. He gave each person he watched a name, a life. Maybe one day he would write it, but not yet.

A couple came and sat at a nearby table. She was young, too young for her companion. She was pretty, a model type, ones you see every day. Her character was empty. She had silvery, blonde hair and he knew that she was bored, bored with life. She was a possession and possessions don't feel. They simply are. The man left her there as he went to the bar. She looked at him and smiled. When his attention was turned, she turned to face the sea. Somewhere out there she could escape. But she could not, would not. He knew that for the moment she was trapped. A mobile rang. She took her bag and pulled out the phone. It was obviously a text. She smiled to herself as she read it and glanced towards the bar where her companion was in animated conversation. So he thought maybe she is the user, not the used. Her companion returned carrying two over exotic drinks. He kissed her and sat down. He talked and she listened, he moved his hand under the table and leaned towards her, stroking a lean tanned thigh. She did not flinch. Clever, thought the watcher. Maybe she too has a plan. But they were not interesting enough for him. They were cold characters, there was no passion in their eyes, just the possessor and possessed. 

He finished his drink and walked along the front. Occasionally he would stop and watch. Young musicians gathered outside bars, jugglers, fire-eaters. Groups passed by, laughing, joking. Sometimes a girl would wave at him as he became a little careless. But there was no danger here. They only wanted a good time tonight. The darkness came and he made his way to the steps that would lead him away from the beach. He paused as he watched a dark haired girl of about twenty look on through the flames of a bare chested fire eater. Her eyes sparkled and reflected against the flame. Again and again the fire eater took her breath away with his daring. She was transfixed. The Watcher became aroused. She was a beauty, but she only had eyes for the young boy. At the end of his act, she laughed and clapped like a child. The fire eater had her now, but theirs was a relationship borne out of magic, not passion. The Watcher needed lust and passion. He had a hunger that needed to be satisfied.

He walked away, away through the streets, thronged with summer revellers. Some girls surrounded him. They were intoxicated with the moment and some kissed him, one even flashed her bare breasts. He laughed with them, but still he needed more. He needed fulfilment. His was a dark wanting.

The bar he found was at the end of the promenade. It advertised live music, live comedy, but its appearance was not one that would immediately catch the eye. A man stood at the door and eyed the Watcher closely. No words were exchanged as he descended the narrow stairs into the darkness beneath. A cellar bar, good. This was the best place for a Watcher. Dark, atmospheric. This would do. He ordered a drink and found the ideal vantage. From his table he could see all the action, who came in and who went out. The club was not full, but it was still early. For the moment the stage was empty although a band had already set up its instruments. The waiter brought his drink.

"Get busy in here?"

"Later" said the waiter taking up the £5 note. "Usually around 10, 11. We're open till 2.30." 

The Watcher nodded. He was prepared. He lit up a cigarette and blew smoke rings high into the ceiling. Each time the door opened he watched. He watched and waited. He knew what he was looking for. By 10.15 his ashtray was full, but by now the club was beginning to fill up. There were some interesting women, dark, blonde, black, white. Years of practice had honed his senses. He was a patient man. At around 10.40 the band came on stage. Five of them, three men and two women. The compere, in a sweat stained lilac shirt, introduced them as the next big thing, but then again weren't they all. The band, surprisingly were quite good. The Watcher watched the girls move on stage, belting out soul music, their tight dresses hugging every womanly curve of their bodies. The crowd liked it to. The singers were not the ones though, too many people see, too many eyes. No, whoever she was, would be for him.

11.20. The door of the club opened and the Watcher looked. In truth, she wasn't the most beautiful woman he'd seen all evening, but he knew she was the one. She wasn't young, perhaps about thirty, but age was of no consequence. She was about average height short, dark hair. She wore trousers, tight ones, that clung to the curve of her hips and crotch. She had on a white blouse, luminous under the dim neon light, perhaps a size too small for her breasts, which even in the darkness radiated like beacons. Perhaps that was deliberate on her part he thought. Clever. Certainly she did not have that tarty look of so many women these days. Sometimes he did the tarty ones though, but not tonight. This one was the Chosen. The band were still singing, well into their act. The Watcher ordered another beer and watched. She needed a name of course. What would it be? They all had to have names, that way it became personal. Sarah. He liked that. She looked liked a Sarah. He watched as, drink in hand she walked to the back of the crowd that stood in front of the stage. The band was in a mellow mood, music came sweetly from their lips and he watched as Sarah began swaying, caught in the moment. The music had a magical sound. Soulful, sweet. "My girl, I'm talking 'bout my girrrrllll..." The crowd were swaying, and Sarah moved her hips, gently at first, and the Watcher from his chair watched. He watched as her hips mesmerised him, in perfect rhythm, he watched silently as she turned her body in ways that began to excite him. Another song. 

"..I get that feeling, I got Sexual healing.." He felt the heat swell up.

He looked around the room. Directly opposite two men stood by a table, one black, one white. They looked at her. They wanted her. They had hunger in their eyes. Lust. They watched, as I did, transfixed. The music stopped for a brief moment. Cheering. The lights went on. Sarah took a long sip of some clear liquid, gin maybe, vodka perhaps and the Watcher salivated as he watched her throat, her breasts. A trickle of liquid fell from the side of her mouth and like a desert river turned and twisted down the side of her cheek, down her neck, and into the chasm of her breasts. He felt longing. The music started up again. The lights dimmed.

"When a man loves a woman..."

It was difficult to see, but someone was behind her now. He strained his eyes. Ah perhaps the spider has caught her fly he thought. The black man stood closer. Her body was still swaying, lost in soul. The black man, a name, yes call him Carl, moved closer. The Watcher watched. Carl was good. He moved around Sarah, teasing her. At first she avoided contact, she turned to face the Watcher, then back again. It was a slow number. Sarah made eye contact, Carl turned away, then moved in . Their swaying got closer. The Watcher was outside this, but for him it was all part of the game. He watched as their bodies touched, accidentally, slowly. They acknowledged each other. It was a professional hit, cold blooded and calculating. In a few short moments Carl had her, or perhaps she had him. The music changed, still slow. Mellow. They were talking now, laughing, their bodies began to merge, his hands touched her shoulders, her hands moved to touch his arm.

The Watcher looked at his watch. 12.45. The band had by now finished their first session and Sarah and Carl were sitting at a table with the other man. He was smaller than Carl and the Watcher felt nothing for him. He had his main cast now, there was no room for a supporting role, not tonight anyway. Drinks flowed, the white man seemed to have an endless supply of money. Another girl joined them. The white man, unnamed, as the Watcher could not think clearly, kissed her after every sentence. The Watcher did not have time for them and wished that they would go. He had his target and they were in the way. Carl and Sarah sat closely, his arm around her shoulders, his hand gently caressing the her arm. Occasionally he moved his hand to the top of her neck and his long fingers circled the naked flesh, fingering the cleavage as a hunter would its target its prey.

The band came back on. The unnamed couple stood and to the Watcher's relief left. Carl and Sarah sat back, his hands moved down her blouse, gently squeezing. It was too far for the Watcher to see, but he knew that her nipple was erect. Her back arched slightly and his lips met hers. Her arms brought Carl's body closer and for a brief moment they were one. The Watcher looked on. This was good, he had chosen well. They separated, and Carl gave her something. A cigarette? He took it back, put it between his lips and lit it. He took a deep drag, and blew the smoke into the dusk. She laughed and took it off him. Pot, most probably thought the Watcher, but he had no problem with that. They got up again.

"....too weak to fight.."

Their bodies swayed in unison, each movement choreographed to perfection. Their hips came together, his hands grabbed her, fingering and digging into her buttocks. Her head fell back, and the Watcher saw beads of sweat running from her forehead, down into her neck. Carl saw it to and his tongue snaked out and mopped up the salty juices. She laughed and moved even closer. The Watcher stood and made his way towards the toilet. He passed them on the dance floor and as he did he breathed in Sarah's perfume. It was a heady mixture of raw passion, and sweat. He knew this would be so. When he came back, they were preparing to leave. He eyes watched as they made their way out of the door and followed.

The night air hit him hard. He had drunk too much, but he wasn't going to let that stop him. The game was nearly over now and he wasn't going to miss the end. The streets were still busy, even at around 2am, but he saw them, her white blouse, his arm enveloping her, holding her body closely. He followed them at a distance. How many times had he done this? Too many, but each time was different.

After a few hundred yards, they turned down an alleyway. They had left the main streets far behind and this was a different time and place. These streets were dark and deserted, houses dishevelled and run down. The Watcher stopped and peered down. Carl and Sarah had stopped at the end of the alley. Quite close above, a solitary light illuminated the scene, but it was weak so the alley still gave them sanctuary. In between the Watcher and the alley were several large rubbish bins. He made his way carefully towards the first. He was about twenty, maybe thirty feet away from them now. He watched them together, kissing, touching. His hands were not gentle now, they grabbed at her breasts, cupping and squeezing. She in turn had lost all control. She pulled at him, her tongue moving like a serpent in and out of his mouth. The Watcher stirred. Carl grabbed at her blouse. It feel apart to reveal her breasts. She pulled at her bra and his mouth found her nipple. He bit at it and she squirmed in agony, he sucked at it and she fell into ecstasy. All the time he watched. He watched and he felt his body move with theirs. Sarah pulled away. Like a wildcat she twisted and turned and pushed Carl against the wall and fell to her knees. The Watcher caught his breath. He looked on as she played with her prey, clutching his cock, her head bobbing, her tongue bringing Carl closer to climax. She had chosen well. Carl had what the Watcher had hoped he would have. She ran her tongue over nine inches of erect black ebony. Her hands played between his legs. Carl's head turned to the right, then left, then at the moment of climax he pressed his head hard against the cold stone wall. The Watcher heard her moan. He sighed and rubbed his aching cock 

For a moment there was nothing. Just silence. The Watcher held his breath again. She stood. Carl turned her against the wall and kissed her, then they started again. This time it was Carl who was master. The Watcher looked on as he pushed his fingers deep inside her, probing her sex, her hot, wet juices flowing out. He played her slowly at first, rubbing, stroking and she began to sway again. There was no music this time, but Carl was gifted, toying and teasing her, stroking and pleasuring. Her naked breasts rubbed against his bare chest, hardening her nipples, bringing her close to climax. The Watcher held himself tightly and took a few short sharp breaths. Carl worked himself into position, pulled down her panties and thrust his manhood into her. She gave a little scream then bit her lip and felt the blood running down her throat. She dug into his buttocks, her long nails tearing at his flesh, as with each thrust of his body he pinned her against the wall, pummelling ever harder, ever faster. Suddenly he came. His body arched and with one last thrust he she met him full on. Still together, with the lamplight reflecting the sweat of their endeavours, they slipped slowly to the ground. Apart from their breathing there was nothing but silence, each having satisfied their lust. The Watcher, for the only time that evening, looked away.

He too was satisfied. He wiped himself carefully and slipped away as silently as he had arrived. 

He made his way to one of the few beach bars that was now open. He bought himself a beer and contemplated the evenings events. It had been a good night. He ordered another and thought back to the alley. He could smell her, he could smell her sex, he saw her face, her breasts. He was getting excited again. The barman wanted to close. Time to go. He made his way back up onto the promenade, and walked across the street into the foyer of the Grand Hotel. It was quiet there, just the night porter who gave him a cursory glance and went back to reading his magazine. He walked up the stairs to the Third floor. He hated lifts. He stood outside the door of a room and gently knocked. It opened.

"Hello Sarah." The woman inside smiled. She still wore the white blouse, stained, torn and minus a few buttons.

She let him in and closed the door silently. "Sarah." she said. "That's a new one. I told him my name was Helen. Sarah eh, I like that"

The Watcher looked at her. "And who was he? I called him Carl."

She fell back on the bed." Carl! Christ no, he was never a Carl darling. He told me his name was Lloyd. He was very good wasn't he, Christ he really had a handful."

"Excellent, the best yet. But then again you like them big don't you." She laughed.

"I saw you, you know, behind the bins. Did you enjoy it?"

"You were good sweetheart, but then again you always are."

"I am aren't I. Sarah eh, I do like that." 

She rolled over and looked at him.

She smiled and ran her tongue over her lips. On the bed she stretched out, taunting him, pushing her well rounded arse higher. Again she turned and unbuttoned the remaining few buttons on her blouse. "You owe me some new clothes." she said, then ran her hands over her breasts, squeezing and teasing at the nipples. She undid the top of her trousers and slipped her hand inside. She felt the hot juices of her sex and began to moan softly. The Watcher looked on, and once again sated his appetite, satisfying himself once more.



The Voyeur



It's been a long day of travel. All you want to do is take a nice hot shower and go to bed. Entering the room of the hotel, you leave your bag by the closet and drop your keys on the dresser. As you walk over to the sliding glass doors to close the drapes, some movement across the courtyard catches your eye. 

You look and your eyes go wide. In the room directly across from you stands a woman wearing nothing but a cell phone headset! She's pacing back and forth, obviously talking to someone. She stops in front of the window, engrossed in her conversation. You stand mesmerized, watching as she raises her hands to her breasts. Gripping them. Kneading them. Pulling on her nipples. Her eyes are closed and from the expression on her face, you know she is enjoying herself. You see her lips move but can only imagine what sound comes out.

The shower can wait, you say to yourself, pulling the chair from the desk over to the doors.

Time passes and soon her hands slip down to the dark brown patch between her legs. The fingers of her hand slipping between, rhythmically moving back and forth. Her hips starting to thrust against her hand. Her eyes closed. Yours wide open.

Finding it getting warm in the room and your clothes getting a bit uncomfortable, you strip, all the while watching the show across the courtyard. When you sit back down, you start to stroke your penis to bring it to full engorgement.

By now, she is rapidly moving her index finger across her clit. The other hand holding her lips open to allow her full access.

You start to stroke faster, moving a hand down to play with your balls. Gently massaging them. Leaning forward. Sitting on the edge of your seat. Watching her play with herself.

She is standing still now. Legs spread, her finger going faster and faster. Her breasts are squeezed between her arms, framing them. Head thrown back. Suddenly you see her thrusting wildly. You know she's had an orgasm. You are nearly there yourself.

Her tension released, she opens her eyes, says something, and takes her headset off. Walking to the doors she reaches for the drapes to close them and pauses -- staring out them directly at you. She's seen you. Seen you playing with yourself. She comes closer. Watching you. Watching what you are doing. The forbiddenness of it all is too much and you cum. The sticky fluid hitting the doors and slowly making its way to the floor.

By now, she is plastered against the doors. Her flesh pressed against the glass.

You stand up and walk to the doors. Staring at her.

She takes a step away and turns around, giving you a full view of her ass. Of her hands caressing it. Her back arched. Knowing you are watching her, she flaunts her body.

She bends over to give you an eyeful of everything she has to offer. You see her hand appear between her legs. Stroking herself. You feel yourself starting to get hard again and reach down to assist the process.

Her fingers slip inside. You see them going in and out. In and out. Your hands unconsciously keeping time as you stroke yourself, watching her private show for you.

Her hand disappears from view and she stands up, turning to face you. Looking directly at you, she takes her left hand and reaches for her right breast. The action providing a shelf for her other breast to rest upon as she starts to pull her nipple. Her chest heaving, her right hand starts the downward journey to her pussy. Her fingers searching for her clit and finding it. Stroking it. In and out. In and out her fingers go. Faster and faster. Your hand continuing to manipulate your swollen cock, the other one now playing with the tip. The tip that is oozing once again. Keeping pace with her motions.

Suddenly you see her freeze and then throw her head back. Her body convulsing as she reaches orgasm. The sight of her orgasm causing you to splatter your seed on the window once again.

She looks directly at you. Removing her fingers from her pussy, she brings them to her mouth and seductively licks them clean. Raising her hand to her ear, she makes the sign to call her and then holds up her fingers. Three. Four. Five.

Smiling to yourself, you decide that perhaps you aren't as tired as you thought you were, as you stride towards the phone.



The Voyeur and the Exhibitionist



This story is a bit different from most of my stories. It could go in a number of different categories. A big thank you to Estragon for his editing and making it a much better read. 

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Chapter 1

I've been a voyeur for as long as I can remember. You would think my parents were from the flower child and peace movements. Pretty much free love and all. For most of my life we lived in a gated area overlooking a lake. Our enclave had maybe fifty houses in it. We were such good friends with the other families that it probably seemed like a commune, but we were all just friends. It was what you'd call an elite area and had strict building codes.

Most residents lived there year around, like us, but other used theirs as a summer home. Our house overlooked the beach area. I would often sit in my room with binoculars and watch all the goings on. 

My parents named me William after my father. When I got older it pissed me off because they nicknamed my Dad 'Big Willie' and me 'Little Willie'. When I became a teenager I told them to call me Bill, little Willie just didn't hack it. They named my sister Summer since she was born in July.

I had seen most everything sexual there is to see with my view of the beach. I moved out of the house and in with a couple of guy friends after I graduated. My sister, who is two years older than me, was already pregnant and had gotten married. I'm willing to bet I saw the day she got impregnated by her boyfriend up close and personal.

They had dated since high school and I could see them alone in the beach area late at night. You would be surprised what you can see under a full moon, with a real good pair of Nikons.

This story is about my life after leaving my parents' house. I got a job out of high school at a local super market. I stocked shelves and did whatever else I was asked to do. My two friends and I rented a house with three bedrooms.

We all had jobs and shared most everything. Even a few women.

I dated but never had what I would call a steady girlfriend. We would usually break up after a few weeks. I had sex with a number of girls, or maybe you'd call them women, but I got off more watching other people have sex or seeing my buddies fuck their girlfriends. Other times I might go to a porno movie and watch the people watching the movie having sex rather than watching the movie myself.

I guess it is kind of a fetish. I always kept in great shape. I worked out at least three times a week and my body showed it. I know it's bragging but I knew I looked good. I would often talk with older women in the store. I loved looking at their bodies and I didn't hide the fact. In fact it got me quite a few dates.

You would be surprised how many married couples were looking for a threesome. That's where I would come in. I would enjoy a man letting me watch him fuck his wife as much as doing her myself. I even brought a woman along sometimes for a swap. Watching my date fuck another man while his wife joined in was quite exciting.

One day I was offered a full time job as a beer deliveryman, helping an older driver. He would be retiring in a few years and I would have the right to purchase his route. I jumped at the chance. I always thought a delivery job would be a pretty stable position. Especially delivering beer products.

I know that I became a voyeur because of the way I grew up. Even at twenty-one I was still looking at women, especially if they have a little bit of exhibitionist in them. I believe most women do. They might not be cheaters or out having one affair after another, but I truly believe most like being looked at. Seriously looked at.

I need to explain myself a little better. I do not consider myself as a pervert. I don't sneak around looking in people's bedroom windows or changing rooms at the beach.

I do believe if she's going to hang 'em out, I can check 'em out. It makes me laugh when women come out on a public beach in something equal to two Band-Aids and a cork and act like they are disgusted because you looked at them. Christ woman! Cover up or put on a one-piece suit for Pete's sake. Only thing is I'll check you out anyway but will see less.

My buddies and I joined a nudist colony for two years. We went in the summer months. I have to say that is where I met a lot of couples who like to share. I guess going to nudist colonies makes me think a little different than most other guys. I've seen so many naked bodies that after a while you kind of stop looking, unless a woman comes on the beach with maybe just her bikini bottoms on. Then your mind wants to know what's underneath, trimmed muff or shaved?

One thing for sure, there are no hidden tattoos at a nudist colony. I do have to say that most nudist colonies or beaches usually have older patrons attend. I would guess the average age would be late forties to fifties. It's probably why my buddies and I were quite popular.

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On with my story. My job helping on the delivery routes took me to a lot of bars and clubs. I checked out most of the stops and the clientele. I do have to say I've seen people from all walks of life. I want to focus on one particular gentlemen's club.

I was now twenty-five and had moved into my own apartment. Both of my roommates got married. I attended both weddings as best man. I couldn't see myself getting married. I never found any woman that I wanted to spend the rest of my life with.

I saw both of my buddies having sex with their wives before they got married. As a voyeur it was interesting but I wondered what it would be like if I let people watch me have sex with someone I really cared for. I guess I was a bit mixed up in the head.

Anyway at the Players' Club they did serve beer and mixed drinks. They also had strippers and performers. It was unlike any other bar or club that I have ever been in. I think the only reason they let me join was because I was their beer driver. Mel became my friend and he was the manager of the club.

There was a stage and a pole for the girls to dance on. The girls were paid a nightly salary plus their tips. They would start being fully dressed and start working their way down to being nude, if they chose to be. There were tip jars at both ends of the stage to put tips in. The more tips, the more they would take off.

The dancers could stop at any time they wanted to. Of course the more that came off the more that went into the tip jars. Some would get down to their g-string and the clientele could stuff bills into their panties. It had to be at least a ten dollar bill, seeing you would be touching the dancer.

There was two more steps to the dancer's routine. They could strip completely if they chose and would give lap dances but you weren't allowed to touch them; at least in the main lounge area. If you wanted more you could offer to take them to a back room. The price depended on what you wanted.

A voyeur could go back in the hall behind the room and watch the sex happening for fifty dollars. That was a hell of a lot of money to watch someone have sex. I went back and watched one time but I ended up paying fifty dollars for something I could see in any porno movie house for less than half the price.

I do have to admit that the women that worked at this gentlemen's club were top notch. I would have to say most looked like in shape college co-eds. I had been coming there maybe once or twice a week on a week night. The manager, Mel, told me that it got really busy on Friday and Saturday nights. He also had some of his best girls that worked those nights.

I decided to come in the following Friday. One thing I found out right off the bat was that drinks were higher. It was ten dollars for whatever you wanted to drink. You could also have the dancers sit with you but you had to pay twenty-five dollars for their company and buy their drinks also. They had a time limit of fifteen minutes. There were over a dozen dancers on the weekend plus the girls serving the drinks and I have to say they were beautiful.

You could also drink with some of the waitresses and there wasn't the twenty-five dollar fee. As you can tell, this was a rather high class place. You would be spending some big money if you took up some of the offers. I didn't see anyone around my age, twenty-five. Most were probably in their forties, fifties and older. Now and then I did see a few that might be younger, like in their thirties.

Generally speaking I felt a little out of place. There was no way I had the money to compete. I did throw fives into the tip jars but rarely asked for company. Hell, I was paying ten bucks for a beer that I sold to the club for a buck fifty or less.

You could imagine what it cost to play pool or bumper pool with these women. It might cost me a couple of hundred dollars to come here twice a week, but it was worth it. And that was watching how I spent my money.

On Friday I got a seat near the back. The old geezers had sewn up the front seats. One old guy off to the side smiled at me. "Hi, I'm George." My first thought was could he be gay? He was sitting with another mature man.

"Our friend Joe couldn't make it tonight. Would you like to have his seat here in the front table? The show is much better from down here," said George.

I saw Mel and he nodded that George was an ok guy. He told me later that George's wife passed away a couple of years ago and he had become a regular. I went ahead and moved into the empty seat. George shook my hand and asked me my name.

"I'm Bill. I've been here a few times but this is the first weekend night that I've come here."

"Oh, the weekends are so much more fun. The girls really get into it. You're lucky that Crystal is here tonight. She's our favorite. She only performs one weekend a month.

"This is my brother Gus. We both retired a couple of years back. We owned a manufacturing business together and sold it. When it was time to enjoy ourselves, my Mary passed away. I'm seventy and Gus here is sixty-eight. His wife is still living but she's glad to get rid of him once in a while.

"So, what to you do for a living, Bill?" asked George.

"Well, to be honest I drive a beer truck. This club is one of my stops and one day I asked Mel about joining. He accepted my application and here I am. I have to be honest and say everything is priced a little over my head. I do love looking at the ladies though."

"We were wondering what you did for a living. Most of these old guys are businessmen and a lot are retired. A good number of the younger men you see are probably guests. Under club rules you can be a visitor here three times. A lot of the businessmen use that to impress their clients."

George and Gus were a couple of nice old guys. They told me all about the club rules and even how many guys get tossed out on their ear. There were four bouncers and they didn't put up with any shit when it came to the ladies. Foul mouths or touching the ladies will get you thrown out pretty quickly. There were a few exceptions if the girls agreed to it.

Again they told me it was time for Crystal. I asked them what was so special about her. All the women I had seen in the club were gorgeous. It would have to be something different if she was to stand out in this group of women.

"You'll see," said Gus. "She's special and an untouchable. That makes her all the more appealing."

George added, "She also is not a dancer. She's one of the few that does like a little play. They always bring out props. Sometimes it's like she comes home and gets ready for bed. Other times she changes clothes like she is going out. She has even had a shower routine where she takes a shower on stage. She has another woman come out and rinse her off."

"It's like peeking through someone's bedroom or bathroom window while they are doing their thing. Believe me she is special," said Gus.

"What did you mean when you said she was untouchable?" I asked.

Gus replied. "Most of the ladies can be bought for a price. Granted the price might be extremely high in some cases, but can still be bought. Most sexual appetites can be bought in the back room. Light touching can go on out here when placing money in the g-string.

"There is no touching during lap dances. It's a pretty strict rule. Crystal is a complete untouchable. To the best of my knowledge no one has ever touched her, at any price. She has been offered ten thousand dollars for a lap dance and laughed it off.

"No one knows why she is like she is. She'll talk to you at the table and believe me, she seems to be very smart. She won't discuss anything personal about herself but she is enjoyable to talk to."

"Maybe it's the mystique that surrounds her that you all like?" I asked.

"That is probably true but she also has the body of an angel," replied George.

We sat back while the props were being set up. A small bed and a dressing table with chair were brought out. The lights were dimmed, which was a surprise, and then Crystal walked on stage. Damn! She was beautiful.

She was dressed in a wedding gown. She began by removing her veil. Her hair was up high on her head. She was a redhead. She slipped off her heels and then slowly undid her wedding dress. The guys were right. It was like watching a movie star undressing in a movie.

I couldn't believe how quiet it was; no one was talking. Everyone was staring at Crystal undressing on stage. After removing her dress and petticoat she was standing there in a lace bra with matching panties. She also had on a garter belt and nylons. She sat on the chair to remove the nylons.

Watching her roll the nylons down her legs, one then the other, had the men staring at her. It was funny how she put a finger to her chin, like contemplating whether to go further. Not a word was said as she glanced over at the tip buckets.

Almost immediately men were getting up and putting money in her tip buckets. George and Gus were laughing. "She's so damn good," said George.

She stood up and undid her bra and removed it. I then saw the sexist pair of boobs I could ever remember seeing. They were maybe 34 C's. I really don't know but they were real, not silicone. Over the years I've been able to tell the difference. Cheers came from the audience.

Trying to explain her breasts I would say her aureoles and nipples were of the puffy type that you see on young women. They were light pink and the kind you just want to suck on. Being a redhead her skin was very white, not any tan at all that I could see. On closer observation I noticed the freckles on her chest. Gus and George were right. She was beautiful.

Next, she let down her hair. It was then I noticed her beautiful green eyes. I don't know how I missed them before. I guess I was too busy looking at her body. She undid her red hair and let it drop around her shoulders barely covering her puffy aureoles. She stood and stretched with her arms out.

She had an hourglass figure. Perfect breasts, beautiful tummy and gorgeous legs. When she stretched you could see the muscles in her tummy and her thighs. She must work out to stay in that kind of physical condition.

It was then she walked over near her tip boxes. First one and then the other. She never said a word and there was no music. She put her thumbs in her panties as to remove them. She stopped and went and sat on her chair.

More men came up and put money in her tip boxes. She smiled as she stood up and came to the end of the stage. She turned and had her back to us as she slid her tiny lace panties down her thighs and then her ankles. She had this beautiful tight ass with no fat on it. I believe there wasn't a man there that wouldn't have loved to kiss that tight ass. I consider myself a voyeur, but I would have loved to kiss her little bubble ass.

She bent over to pick up her panties. When she did you could see her pussy. I could see she had a red muff. Most women seemed to shave their muff completely but not Crystal. She walked over and set her panties on the chair, and picked up a pair of red baby doll pajamas. She sat in the chair and everyone could see her muff. It was trimmed and neat but bright red. Under it was her pussy slit with the pink barely showing.

She slipped on the red panties and stood up and slipped on the top. It was then the lights went on and everyone applauded. More men went to her tip basket. George handed me a fifty dollar bill and asked me if I would put it in her basket. I took it and walked up to the stage. It was then that she looked directly at me and smiled. I felt I was in love. I couldn't get past those beautiful green eyes. I knew they would be in my memory forever.

I might be rushing everything I'm saying but her performance took about a half hour. One thing I might mention was seeing the lights were dimmed during Crystal's performance, I thought I heard a few zippers. At least they were decent enough to hide it, unlike a porno movie house.

Gus and George were both smiling at me when I got back to the table. Crystal had left the set. Two body guards took her baskets to the back somewhere. I sat down with Gus and George.

"Well? What did you think of Crystal? Did we exaggerate or is she the most beautiful woman ever?" asked George.

"I have to agree. She has one fantastic body but most women built like that lack in personality." I replied. "By the way, I've been meaning to ask you. This is a table for four and you mentioned your friend John couldn't make it. Who uses the fourth chair?"

"We save it to talk to some of the dancers and performers," said George.

About that time Crystal appeared at our table. I couldn't believe how beautiful she was, close up. She had on her baby doll pajamas.

"Hi George, hi Gus, glad to see you came tonight. Who's your friend?"

About that time one of the waitresses brought us a round of beers and Crystal some type of drink. George paid for the round. It was forty dollars.

George spoke. "Crystal, meet Bill. It's the first time he has seen you perform. I think he fell in love tonight." George laughed.

"You guys are so mean. Nice to meet you, Bill. Hope you enjoyed the performance," said Crystal.

"You're awesome, you're so darn beautiful. I'm sorry, you probably hear that all the time."

"Thank you, every women likes to be complimented. I don't think we could hear it too much." She smiled after saying that. She even had perfect teeth and I liked the freckles across her nose. I couldn't get past those beautiful green eyes. My dick was harder than the Harvard entrance exam. 

"Crystal, I have to be honest with you. The money I put in the tip basket was from George. Just thought you should know."

"I knew," she said. "Gus and George always leave me a tip. Thank you for being honest. Don't see that in young men much anymore."

Before we knew it her fifteen minutes were up. She got up and gave both Gus and George a kiss on the cheek. Almost in a motherly fashion. "Nice meeting you, Bill; come back again. I'm here one weekend a month." Then off she went.

"I thought she was untouchable but she gave you two a kiss on the cheek."

"We've been coming here for over five years. The ladies are welcome to make moves like light kisses or hold hands. I guess Crystal trusts us. We may be old guys but we do love her."

I talked for a while longer and went home to get some sleep. I usually worked a half-day on Saturdays. I went to bed and couldn't get Crystal out of my mind. She was like the woman with the perfect body and her personality seemed nice too, even though she was at our table for only fifteen minutes.

It was Saturday, and I headed back to the club. The place was pretty packed and I sat in the back at the bar. Gus and George weren't there. There were some younger guys there but I still might have been the youngest.

I really didn't have the kind of money to spend at a club like that but I figured if I drank a few beers and gave a few tips I would be ok. George and Gus pretty much took care of me the night before.




The Voyeur and the Exhibitionist



I was approached by a number of young women asking me if I wanted company. I declined, knowing drinks would be ten dollars each. I couldn't afford too many rounds like that just to talk to a woman.

I watched three different dancers who were all great. They went from full dress to completely nude. One waitress asked me if I was waiting for anyone in particular and I told her Crystal. She told me that Crystal would be on next.

Lucy, the waitress, sat down next to me. "Don't worry, I can talk to the customers and it won't cost you. It's that we don't get all that many young guys in here. Especially ones that look like you."

I felt a bit embarrassed. I told her that I have always worked out. It used to be part of my daily routine but now I just work out about three times a week.

I do have a muscular body. You hear about the six-pack abs and the muscled biceps and thighs. I really do have them. I don't dress to show off but it's rather hard to not notice when a man has muscles.

I told Lucy how I delivered beer to the club and joined for somewhere to go once in a while. How I had seen Crystal the night before and was drawn to her. I asked her a few questions about Crystal but she had no answers.

"If you ever need some company, give me a call," said Lucy. She handed me a piece of paper with her phone number on it. If it would have been any other time before meeting Crystal, I would have jumped on Lucy in a second. She was a nice looking woman.

Crystal came out and did the same routine she did the night before. It was still erotic seeing it all over again. The only difference was she had on a black baby doll pajama set. At the end of her performance I went up and put twenty dollars in her basket. She looked down and smiled at me. I went back to my seat at the bar.

I did ask for a visit with Crystal. It was over an hour before she came up to me and sat on the stool next to me. The fifteen-minute visit was twenty-five dollars plus the two drinks.

"Bill, isn't it? You were with Gus and George yesterday. I didn't think you would be back so soon. So, what brings you here tonight?" asked Crystal.

"You did. George said you are only here once a month and I didn't want to wait that long to see you again."

"Bill, this is just a show. I can't tell you why but I hate to see you spending your hard earned money here and giving me tips. You seem like a great guy but this place is just a fantasy."

"You have the most beautiful green eyes. I'll never forget them," I replied.

"Bill, please listen to me. I feel the vibes coming from you. You need to understand that this isn't real. It's like falling in love with a movie star. Do you understand?"

"Yes, I understand but that doesn't lessen the way I feel. I know you're a performer, and I'm the voyeur watching you, and us two will never meet but let me have my fantasy."

She smiled at me. "You're crazy, you know that?" She did squeeze my hand as she left for her next appointment.

Lucy came back and told me, "You know, I've never seen her squeeze a guy's hand before. I think you got to her a little. Want another drink?"

"No Lucy, time to hit the road. Thank you for being so nice." Lucy smiled at me when I left the club.

The next time I delivered to the club I asked Mel about Crystal. "Bill, no one knows anything about her. She has been working here for about two years. She's friends with the owner Danny, that's all I can tell you or I'll lose my job."

"She's so beautiful and mysterious. I can't get her out of my mind."

"Bill, let me give you some advice. A few guys have tried to follow her home. We've never seen them again. Have no idea where they went. Also a couple of guys have tried to touch her in the club. They were thrown out and banned for two months. I know she beautiful but she is one to stay away from."

Chapter 2

The next time I stopped in Lucy was working. She asked me what I was doing there so early. I mentioned to her that I was a bachelor and Mel said they served lunch and dinner till eight. After that they stopped serving food because the show would start and that's where they made their money.

Lucy did tell me that their food was good and really reasonable. She brought me a menu and pointed out a lot of the things she liked. I ordered a New York strip steak with potatoes and a salad.

Lucy said it was usually slow during the week and sat down and we talked. She told me she was a dancer up till a few months ago. She mentioned that she was twenty-eight and the club like to keep their dancers younger. 

"I didn't mind since they gave me a job as a waitress. A lot less work and I'm not groped, besides with tips I do rather well. Once in a great while I might dance but not very often."

"What can you tell me about this place?"

"Well, it's been here for seven years. I was one of the original girls. Danny the boss came here from Ireland. No one knows anything about him and it's best not to ask questions. Mel is the manager, as you know. He makes the decisions if Danny's not here which is most of the time.

"Any hiring of dancers goes through Danny. He makes the final decision. Mel can hire the waitresses and usually hires girls who have been dancers because they know the ropes."

"What about the back room? Damn! This is one good steak. I'm going to eat here more often."

"You know it's a sexual place back there. I was here when you went back to the voyeur hall. Most anything goes as long as the girls agree. I will tell you that no drugs are allowed in this place. Break that rule and you're banned for life."

"Are the waitresses allowed to use the back room?"

Lucy smiled. "Is that an invitation?"

"No, to be honest I don't usually pay for sex. There are too many giving it away free. If I did pay, you'd be my second choice of all the women I've ever met."

"Don't tell me. Crystal is first. Bill, I'm not saying she's trouble but she is very secretive about her life. She is great to talk with and helps a lot of the girls out with their studies. The woman has some serious brains. To be honest, I don't know why she works here. She makes the big tips but refuses any kind of touching or sex. She could triple her wages.

"A couple of girls thought she might like women but she turned them down and did it nicely. I like her, I really do but no one knows where she comes from or where she lives. If they do, they know better than to talk about it."

I went to the club twice during the week. I went in time for dinner and stayed for the show for a couple of hours. Drinks were a little cheaper week nights.

One day Lucy told me that Crystal would be working the following Friday and Saturday. "I shouldn't tell you this but I know you are carrying some kind of fantasy for her. Just be careful."

I came in on Friday and it was busier than hell. I saw my friends George and Gus but their friend John was with them. George waved me down but said when they invited the girls down for a drink that I would have to relinquish my chair. I told them it was a small price to pay to sit up front with them. The view was so much better.

Lucy didn't work that night but Mel told me that Crystal would be the fifth act on tonight. I passed the information on to the guys. It's not really important but John is a retired stock broker. He's married and comes to the club to get away from his wife.

He told me ever since he retired she gets on his case and says she's tired of seeing him all the time; so he joined the club. He has known Gus and George for many years.

George told me when the first dancer started that John invites them all over for a drink. So I would be getting up at least five times. All the girls were sexy and very good looking. When the first one was done with her routine I offered her my chair and went up and stood by Mel until the next act started and my chair became empty.

I did that three more times but then it was Crystal on stage. George said it looked like she was going to do the bathing routine. The stage crew was rolling out a tub that was on wheels. It had a shower head and behind it some huge container of water on a stand.

The lights were dimmed and Crystal came out dressed in jeans and a blouse. She began by sitting in a chair and removing her shoes and socks. Next she removed her blouse. She had on a nice looking blue bra. Next she removed her jeans and we saw her matching blue panties. Damn! She was one sexy lady.

She hesitated as men came up and put money in her tip basket. George had told me that there has been a few times where she ended her routine before getting completely naked. Most of the men knew this and made sure it never happened again.

Her red hair was down around her shoulders and she put it up under a shower cap. Next she began to take off her bra, holding it against her breasts for what seemed a minute but was only a few seconds. When she dropped it you could see her tits in their full glory. Her puffy pink aureoles were standing straight out as she pushed her breasts together.

Next came her panties. Her red bush was highlighted by the stage lights. She walked to the tub and stood in it. Next she pulled a cord and her beautiful body got all wet and glistening. She took a bar of soap and before long her tits were covered with suds as she rubbed the soap on them.

I swear it was like looking at a woman taking a shower in the privacy of her own home, but it was on this stage. She rubbed soap on her red muff. She spent quite a bit of time rubbing it. She then turned so her back was to us and cleaned her beautiful ass, rubbing soap on her buns.

She finished by pulling the rope and fresh water rinsed off the suds. She then got out of the tub and slowly but very erotically dried herself off. She ended her performance by putting on a lacy pair of panties and a negligee. She looked absolutely stunning as the lights were turned up to normal.

Everyone was applauding and putting more money in her tip baskets. I went up and put twenty dollars of my own in her bucket; she smiled at me. I was followed by Gus who tipped her fifty dollars. It made me feel a bit cheap but I gave her what I could. I wasn't in a pissing contest; my little Willy was no longer a little Willy, it was so stiff I couldn't have pissed if I drank Lake Erie.

About fifteen minutes had gone by and Crystal was headed for our table. John had bought us a round of drinks and one for Crystal. I stood up to give my seat to Crystal. Mel appeared and offered me a folding chair, which I happily accepted. John did most of the talking since he paid for the visit.

The time went by so fast I hardly had a chance to say much. Before leaving she did tell me it was good to see me again. The thing is I felt she really meant it. I went back on Saturday but had to sit at the bar. After her performance I paid to have her visit.

"Bill, why are you doing this? It's got to be costing you a fortune. I talked with Lucy and she said she thought you were infatuated with me. Bill, I'm not real. Crystal is just a character I play. Please stop wasting your money on me."

"I want to meet the real you if you will let me. If not I'll just keep coming to see you perform. I do have a crush on you but I don't believe it's on Crystal but on the woman doing the acting. The woman with the perfect body that I would like to make love to. The red hair I want to run my hands through. The beautiful green eyes that I will never forget."

Crystal whispered, "Stop it! You have to let this fantasy go. Please try and understand."

"Understand what? I'm a voyeur and am infatuated with an exhibitionist. I believe we were meant to be together. It's just a matter of time."

She looked sad as she said she had to leave. She didn't even drink her drink, which cost me ten dollars. I drank it down myself. Damn, ten dollars for club soda. I must be crazy.

****

During the week I ate lunch at the club at least twice. I talked with Lucy and we would talk about my business and what she hoped to do in her future. She was saving up money to buy her own beauty salon. She was taking classes and hoped to have her license renewed in a few months. She let her license expire when she started working at the club.

It was two weeks later when she told me she met a guy. She seemed so happy. They were going to date for at least six months to see how committed they both were. I wished her the best. She really was a sweetheart.

I was there for Crystal's next performance. I didn't sit with George and the boys this time. I sat at the bar and watched Crystal perform. It was a take on getting ready to go out. She started like she just got out of the shower and went from there. When she finished she was all dressed up and looked beautiful.

I did walk up and put twenty dollars in her tip basket and walked back to the bar. I requested a visit and waited for over an hour when the bartender told me she wouldn't be able to make it that night.

I was there again on Saturday and again I went and put fifty dollars in her basket. She didn't smile but stared at me. I again requested her company and after waiting an hour and a half I left the club. I guess it was her way of telling me to stay away from her.

I didn't sleep good for a couple of nights. I stopped in at lunch twice the following week. I mentioned to Lucy what happened and she said she was sorry. Maybe it was for the best. 

I couldn't understand it; I've been out with dozens of women. I've turned down being with women like Lucy. All for what? A woman of my fantasies. What Crystal had said to me was probably right. It was just like being in the movies, after the show is over, go on with your life. Some things are just not meant to be.

My problem is Crystal is a real person; a woman with extraordinary looks and a wonderful personality, the best I could tell with my limited time with her. I hate to say it but she really, really got to me and I felt I loved her and I know I felt feelings radiate from her.

Why else would she tell me not to give her tips or buy her drinks? I'm sure she didn't think I was stalking her. I've only seen her at the club. I did ask to see her outside the club but she told me it wasn't possible. Did I scare her away?

****

I mentioned my sister early on in this story. Her name is Summer and she and her husband Todd moved to Columbus, Ohio. They now had two kids and to the best of my knowledge were very happy. They come up to see Mom and Dad every couple of weeks so the kids can see their grandparents.

I usually stop by and say hi. They are always inviting me to come and visit them but being single and dating I never seem to make time. I decided I needed to get away for a couple of days so after I finished my route on Saturday I headed south to see my sister and her family.

I was listening to the radio and thinking about Crystal. I made up my mind that I was going to a dating service, ask for a green- eyed redhead and fuck the daylights out of her. I figured it would cost me a few hundred dollars but maybe I could get Crystal out of my system. 

As I was headed down I-75 I was hit by another vehicle. 

I later found out that it was a man who had blown out a tire and struck my car. I hit the cement guardrail and flipped over. The man who hit me died of his injuries. Cars colliding at 65 mph often end up with fatalities. That's what my doctor told me a few days later.

I was told I was in and out of consciousness as I was taken to the Ohio State Hospital. I remember being in terrible pain. I figured I was drugged to help with the pain. I remember lying on a bed. The doctors were all in blue garments and their heads covered in little blue caps. I heard the doctor ask the person giving me the gas if I was ready.

A face leaned over me to put a mask over my mouth. Then I swear I heard, "Oh my God! It's Bill."

I looked through blurred eyes and I swear the eyes I was looking into were Crystal's beautiful green eyes. I thought I heard someone say, "Tammy, do you know the patient?"

Next thing I thought I heard was Crystal's calm voice saying take a deep breath and count backward starting with ten.

When I woke up I was still in pain but not quite as bad. My sister, Summer was sitting there with tears in her eyes. I was in ICU and would be for at least another couple of days before being transferred to a regular room.

Summer kissed me on the forehead and told me that Mom and Dad were in the waiting room. They took turns sitting with me. That's when she told me about the accident and the other driver not making it. She began crying again.

"Summer, I'm alive. I don't know what kind of shape I'm in but everything will be ok." I really had no idea what injuries I had. I was just trying to comfort my big sister.

A doctor came in to talk to me. He had already talked to my parents. He told me about the accident and said I was lucky to be alive. If it wasn't for my physical condition I might not have made it. I had a broken leg, broken arm and severe bruising over my entire body. My insides were shaken up but after the x-rays everything appeared normal.

He would keep me in ICU for a couple of days until the bruising subsided. After that I would have to start physical therapy for my left arm and leg. It would be a couple of months before any casts could be removed. Again he told me I was a very lucky man. I sure didn't feel lucky.

I talked with Mom and Dad and asked them if they could get hold of Henry for me. Henry was the man I bought my beer delivery route from. I was hoping that he might run my route till I could get back on to at least somewhat normal.

My parents said everything would be all right and that they had already talked to Henry and he would be in to see me. They would oversee my apartment and collect my mail for me.

I told my parents that they didn't need to make the drive into Columbus everyday. According to the doctor I would be drugged and out about half the time and wouldn't be much company.

They still came and saw me every couple of days during my stay. I was in the hospital for nearly three weeks. Three days were spent in the ICU, then in a regular room. I was taken down to therapy everyday. They wanted to make sure I used my limbs. At first it hurt like a son of a bitch but after a while it did get better.

****

When first placed in ICU I still couldn't get the vision of seeing Crystal out of my mind. I remember asking a nurse if they had anyone on staff named Crystal. She smiled at me and said there was no one by that name that she was aware of.

I told her that I had visions of Crystal during the operations. That's when she told me that it often happens that patients see visions of people they love in the operating room with them.

I asked her if there was a Tammy involved with my operation. She smiled and looked at my chart. "As a matter of fact there was," said the nurse.

"Does she have beautiful green eyes?" I asked.

"Yes, she does," said the nurse. "She must have reminded you of your friend Crystal."

My third day in ICU I woke up and I couldn't believe who was sitting there. I must have still been dreaming. Crystal was smiling at me.

"I knew it was you by your beautiful green eyes." I had a tear run down my face. Crystal took a tissue and wiped it off my face.

"Bill, we will need to talk. Please don't tell anyone about me, please. I've been here every day to see you but didn't want to wake you up."

"Are you a doctor?" I asked.

"Kind of. I'm an intern, an anesthesiologist. I'm still finishing my schooling and working here at the hospital. I only have a couple of months before I get my M.D. Then I can be on my own."

"But the club, I don't understand."

"Please, don't say anything to anyone. I'll explain when you're more coherent. Promise me you'll keep this a secret."

"I promise." I couldn't believe when she leaned over and kissed me lightly on the lips. She said she would see me again, then left.




The Voyeur and the Exhibitionist



I didn't know what to think. She did tell me her name was Tammy but at the club to call her Crystal. I was so confused. I loved seeing her naked and doing her routine but thinking back it now bothered me that other men were seeing her too. My own head was playing mind games with me. I dozed back off to sleep.

Henry did come by and told me he would run my beer route till I was able. He said we could split the profits fifty-fifty. I would pay the expenses and he would get a young man to help lug the cases around. He would pay the man out of his half.

This was a pretty good deal for me and I readily accepted. I trusted Henry and it was nice to know I didn't have to worry about my business. It was in good hands.

Chapter 3

I had quite a few visitors over the next couple of weeks. My parents and sister came and saw me every couple of days. Tammy stopped in most every day for at least a few minutes. Between her work and finishing her schooling she was a very busy woman.

Whenever I asked her about the Players' Club she would clam up. I wanted to know more but I didn't want to push her away. She told me about the hospital and how she always wanted to be a doctor. Little by little she told me more and more about herself.

Her parents were doctors at another hospital. She had two older brothers, one was a doctor and the other was a businessman. I love hearing her talk about herself. Maybe she was coming out of her shell. I wanted to know everything about her but knew better than to push it.

I asked her what it took to become an anesthesiologist. She told me, "An anesthesiologist is a doctor, an MD, so they must attend the same schools and complete the same internship and residency requirements as any other doctor.

"I had to complete and pass four years of medical school after the undergraduate schooling (four years of college). Then a year of internship which I'm now doing, then I'll have a four year residency program. Then I'll be officially a doctor. People have called me doctor ever since my internship."

"I thought you said you were twenty-six? How could you be so far along?"

"I graduated from a private high school when I was seventeen. I started college and am just doing update courses now."

She usually had scrubs on when she stopped in. One day my parents were there and I introduced Tammy to them. "Mom, Dad, this is Tammy, one of my doctors."

I think Tammy felt a bit embarrassed but she handled the greeting well. I was hoping that maybe someday I could say she was my girlfriend, but I hoped I wasn't just dreaming.

Since that one day when she lightly kissed me we hadn't had any kind of physical contact. A couple of times I went to touch her hand but she pulled back. I knew there was a problem there but had no idea what it was.

I went daily to physical therapy and the therapist said I was really doing well. I was able to use crutches after only a few days. I sure was happy about that. At least I could use the toilet. It was embarrassing using a catheter and a nurse emptying my pee bottle.

Most times when I got back from therapy I got a sponge bath. A few of the nurses complemented me on my body. I always kept my briefs on but they had to notice my hard-on. I did get some smiles.

It went on like this for about three weeks. Then one Friday Tammy didn't come in. I asked one of the nurses who knew her and was told she was off that day and the next. It's when I realized she would be going to the club. I really had mixed emotions.

I did see her on Sunday and everything was going well till I mentioned the club. Without saying another word she got up and walked out. Damn, did I blow it again?

I was getting released on Monday and Summer said I could stay at her house. That way I could come in for physical therapy four times a week. I was able to move around pretty good with the crutches. My brother said I could use his pick-up truck to get back and forth to the hospital.

The first couple of times it was hard getting in. After awhile I found easier ways. Thank God he owned an automatic since it was my left leg in a cast. I did see Tammy on Monday before I checked out. What she said hurt me kind of deep.

"Bill, I like you, I really do, but I talked with my brothers and they don't think I should see you again."

"What? You talked to your brothers. What about talking to me? I'm in love with you and am not going to give up that easily. I'll be here four times a week for therapy and thought we could have lunch together. All I'm asking is for you to have lunch with me."

"Bill, it won't work out between us, I'm sorry," she said as she walked away.

I didn't see her my first two days of therapy. I looked around and figured she was doing her best to avoid seeing me. On my third trip to therapy I spotted her in the hall on my way to my truck after I left my therapy.

She had a big smile on her face. She was talking to a fairly young good looking doctor. I went to call out to her but the doctor she was with gave her a big hug and she did hug him back. My heart dropped to my stomach.

I quickly turned and headed for the exit. She had seen me and yelled to me. "Bill! Wait! I need to talk to you."

I acted like I didn't hear and hurried to the door on crutches. I was lucky enough to park in the front row. My therapist got me a handicapped sticker till my casts would be removed. It still took me a few minutes to get in the truck and Tammy caught up with me.

"Why didn't you stop?" she asked me. "I know you heard me." She got in the passenger side of the truck. We were both sitting there.

"I didn't want to interrupt you and your boyfriend. Now I know why you said it couldn't work out between us. I'm not a doctor, just an old no-account beer truck driver. I guess I'm not good enough for your family. I'll see you around."

"Stop it! Stop it right now. Do you really think I'm that shallow?"

"I saw you with the good doctor," I replied.

"The so called good doctor is a terrific man and I do love him very much. You should know he's also married and my brother. I told him some good news which I also wanted to share with you but you're too hard headed to listen."

"Your brother? One of the guys who said you should stop seeing me?"

"That's not entirely true. He told me I should tell you the truth about my past or to stop seeing you altogether. It had nothing to do with my family. I was afraid to tell you about my past because I would probably lose you anyway.

"I realized how much I missed not seeing you and was coming to see you when I ran into my brother in the hall."

"You make me crazy! There is nothing that you can tell me about your past that would make me not love you. So are you going to tell me about your past?"

"Not today. This is a happy day for me and I don't want to ruin it with bad thoughts. I will tell you the good news if you want to hear it."

"Of course I do. I want to know everything there is to know about you," I replied.

"I have two months left on my internship and I have been accepted here at State Hospital for a four year residency." She had tears in her eyes and I know it meant the world to her.

"Congratulations! Can I take you out for dinner?"

"No, not tonight. I'm sure my parents will want to have dinner with me. I will meet you for lunch when you have your therapy sessions if you like."

"Ok, it's a date." She got out of the truck and went back into the hospital.

She still put off telling me about her past. I didn't bring it up. I knew it must be painful for her in some way. She was true to her word and met me for lunch every time I had physical therapy. She even made sure I paid for lunch every time.

Three weeks had gone by and I was waiting for her in the cafeteria at the hospital. I couldn't believe it when Lucy saw me. She was with a man who I assumed was her boyfriend.

"Bill, so happy to find out you're doing good. How's it going? By the way, this is Ted the man I told you about."

I had to wonder a little how Lucy knew I was in an accident. I figured Henry must have told her. We shook hands and they sat down. I was worried that they might see Tammy but I could hardly ask them to leave. "So, what brings you to the hospital?" I asked.

"Ted's mother had a gall bladder surgery this morning and I came and waited with him."

About that time Tammy came to the table. "Hi Lucy, Ted, your mom's doing fine. She'll be in her room in about another half hour. Sorry I'm late Bill but I stood in for another doctor. No way I could contact you."

I looked at Lucy and then at Tammy. "You knew all this time that Tammy was a doctor and lived in Columbus."

"Yes," said Lucy. "I'm sorry to have lied to you but it was orders from Tammy. She's a good friend. I haven't seen you since the accident."

I looked over at Ted. Then Lucy said, "Ted knows where I work and that I was once a dancer there. I told him even though I don't dance anymore that I don't want him there. In a few months I'll be quitting and opening my salon."

Tammy quickly changed the subject and told me we better get lunch. Lucy and Ted told us they would see us later. When Tammy and I sat back down I asked her how long had she known Lucy.

She told me they met just before she started at the club two years ago. It was Lucy who helped teach her the ropes. I didn't know whether to be happy or sad. I wondered who else knew she was a doctor and where she lived.

I asked her and she stared at me and then said Danny and Mel knew about her past. It was then she told me it was about time for her to tell me about her past. After we ate she took me to an office so we could have some privacy, closed the door and we both sat down.

"Bill, this really hurts me to have to tell you this. I've done my best to get above it. As my brother said to me, 'Be honest with Bill or there can't be any future for you two.' I know we're not really a couple and after I tell you my story we might never be one."

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Tammy tells her story to Bill:

"I am the youngest of three kids. I came along seven years after my younger brother; he's the doctor you saw me with. My older brother went to Ireland after he graduated. He came back to the States ten years later. I know he's a businessman but no one knows what happened while he was in Ireland.

"I know you're more interested in what happened to me so I'll get on with it. I went to college at seventeen, just like I've told you. In fact I want you to know that I have never lied to you from the moment I met you.

"I was smart when it came to book knowledge and learning, but not smart in worldly things. After I went to college for four years I got my first degree and after two more years I began hanging around with the wrong people. I wanted to learn more about life.

"I began taking drugs and partying most every weekend. I knew what I was doing was wrong but I was always the goody two shoes and wanted to shake that title. For the next year I went to party after party. I liked being wanted; I wanted guys to want me.

"One weekend I didn't know what happened to me. I went to a party and met a couple of guys I often partied with. I trusted them and thought they liked me but they used me. I woke up in a house in the inner city with six guys, all were drunk and still sleeping it off. I looked at my body and I was a mess. I had bruises and bite marks all over my body. I think you could figure out what happened to me."

It was then Tammy stopped talking and wiped tears from her eyes. I knew this must have been very hard for her to tell me.

"It was then that one of the guys, John, told me I would be their slut whore from now on. If I didn't give out to them and their friends every weekend they would make sure everyone knew what a slut I was.

"I didn't even clean up. I got dressed and ran out the door. John told me there was no place for me to hide. I would have to show up at school. I ran down the street and flagged down a cab. I didn't know where to go. I didn't want to go back to the house I shared with other girls. They didn't know about my so called double life. I was good at hiding my party side but now I had real regrets.

"I so wanted to be Miss Goody Two Shoes again but I knew it couldn't happen. I told the cabby to drive to my brother's house. I had no money and was scared. Luckily my sister and their kids were gone to visit her parents for the weekend. When he saw me he thought I was attacked and raped. I told him in a sense I was but I didn't want anyone to know.

"He told me to go and clean up. I took a bath and he got me some of his wife's clothes to wear. He told me I needed to go to the police and have these guys arrested. I told him I just couldn't do that. He called my older brother and he came over.

"They wanted to know exactly what happened and how I got involved in this mess. I told them the truth; they were always my protectors. I asked them how could I go back to school the next day and face these two guys who set me up?

"My older brother wanted the full names of the two guys. I told them I didn't know any of the other guys. I think John and Ben got them off the streets and had them all pay to use me. As far as I know there could have been a lot more men. I only saw six when I woke up. I just didn't know and didn't want to. I know I kept crying.

"They told me they would take care of it and that I should go back to my house and act as though nothing had happened. I should also take the next couple of days off. Tim said he would take care of me not being at the hospital for a couple of days. They would have a talk with John and Ben. I was not to mention their names to anyone.

"I did nothing but cry and sleep for the next two days. I told my roomies that I had caught the flu and was just going to stay in my room so they wouldn't catch it. On Tuesday night I got a call from Tim. He said everything was taken care of and that I should go to school and work on Wednesday.

"When I asked about John and Ben he asked me who were they? I said, 'Tim, please, did you talk to them? Are they going to carry out their threats against me?'

He told me that they were given a choice by my older brother. They could transfer to another college or die. The choice was theirs. If they ever mentioned my name they would be hunted down. I guess I should tell you that my older brother is Danny. He owns the Players' Club as well as being in a number of different enterprises.

"When I went to school on Wednesday I heard a couple of people talking and they said both Ben and John had transferred to another college, out of state, on Monday. I knew better than to ask any questions.

"When I arrived at the hospital I cried as Tim told me everything would be all right. I went ahead and did my job. I stopped going out and just studied harder, trying to forget what an idiot I was.

"I couldn't date anyone. On the outside I was healed but inside my head I was in turmoil. I found I hated all men and didn't want any of them to touch me. I know this is going to sound crazy but somehow I needed to get even with men in general. It was then I called my brother Danny and told him I needed to see him.

"I made the suggestion of dancing at his club. In my head I had this crazy idea that the men could see me and never touch me. To top it all off they would pay me for the privilege. I know it sounds crazy but it is the truth.

"Danny told me 'No' but I kept after him. I explained that it would be only in his club that I would feel safe. Finally Danny gave in. He sent Lucy to talk to me. She knew about me wanting to get even but not the reason why.

"I then found I had a problem. I couldn't dance worth a shit. I mean I was Miss Clumsy Feet when it came to dancing. It's when I came up with the idea of doing a performance. I didn't want to do this for a living. I just had this passion that I needed to get even.

"It was awkward the first couple of times, but after that I didn't mind showing my body, knowing that it was strictly look but don't touch. I even started going to the gym to improve my body.

"It felt odd performing in front of my brother but I thought of him as my life preserver. A few times men tried to touch me and were thrown out. That's when I got the title 'Untouchable'. I kind of liked that.

"I only performed one weekend a month for nearly two years. There is a couple of more things I need to tell you. I honestly think it worked and I'm going to stop when I become a resident in two months. I don't feel the hatred I once had. I'm not saying I trust men but I'm better with it.

"Also, I haven't been with a man for over two years. I've been afraid that I might not be up to having sex for a while and you should know that. I don't know when I'll be ready, maybe never. It's up to you how long you are willing to wait.

"I can touch men like when I kissed George and Gus on the cheek or you in the hospital. I realize that all men aren't bad and I need to learn to trust again. When I first saw you at the club my heart skipped a beat. I never thought I could have feelings for anyone again.

"My problem is you are a voyeur and go to the club. I'm just not sure it can work out between us.

"Well, you've heard the whole truth. I can't make any promises but I have been totally honest with you."

After our talk, neither of us said a word. Bill looked stunned and I had to get back to work. I did ask Bill not to say anything and to think about everything I had said. We could talk again after his next therapy session.

Chapter 4

I told Tammy that we could work on being together. I gave a lot of thought to everything she said and my feelings for her were still very strong.

It's been nearly two months since the accident and I would be moving back home. I didn't know how it would work out between us with her in Columbus and me nearly seventy miles away.

I was at the hospital getting my arm cast removed. The doctor told me it would be about another month before I could have the leg cast taken off completely. He did put a different kind and smaller cast just below my knee and down to my foot. It felt good to have use of both of my arms. I could even walk a little but it was still awkward with the cast on. At least I could bend my leg at the knee.

I saw Tammy and asked her when we could get together. She told me I could come see her a week from Saturday. Maybe we could go on an actual date. We set it up and she gave me a light kiss before I headed out of town.

On the way home I realized she would be working at the club Friday and Saturday. By what she had said she was going to work this month and next. I wasn't sure what to do. I decided to go to the club. I wasn't sure if it was a smart idea or not.

I talked with Henry on Thursday and I decided I'd start back to work on Monday. The young guy, Larry, that Henry had helping him agreed to stay on and do the lifting for me for another month or so. I told him I'd give him an extra twenty dollars a day.

It was a win-win for both of us. He made some extra bucks and I didn't have to do any lifting. I thanked Henry for being there when I really needed some help. He told me that after working for two months he remembered why he retired.

I remember Tammy asking me not to go to the club the days she worked. She didn't know if she could perform in front of me anymore. I was confused. She could perform in front of strangers but not me. That didn't make sense.

Looking back I could now understand. She didn't want me watching her perform in front of other men. Again I wasn't sure what to do but I didn't want her performing in front of other men either. I decided to go to the club.

I stopped there Friday afternoon and had lunch. I said hi to Mel and he welcomed me back. Lucy asked me what I was doing there and I told her I was just having lunch. I asked her if Tammy was performing that night and she didn't answer me.




The Voyeur and the Exhibitionist



I asked her again and she said, "Bill, Tammy really cares for you. She can't perform with you watching her. Please don't come here tonight."

I ate my lunch and left. I used only one crutch to get around. I really didn't need it but it made it much easier to walk. I went home and went stir crazy thinking about Tammy at the club. I said, "To hell with it!" and headed to the club. When I got there I heard them announce the next act and it was Tammy.

She came on stage in a somewhat see through red baby doll pajama set. It was the performance when she got up in the morning, stripped and got dressed for the day.

Even before the lights dimmed Tammy was on stage. I yelled out, "Crystal, please don't do this! I love you and don't want you to do this."

Two bouncers came toward me and Mel stopped them. Tammy looked at me in shock as I walked toward the stage with my one crutch.

Two other bouncers headed toward me and Tammy stopped them. "Leave him alone!" she shouted out. The bouncers stopped in their tracks.

I walked past Gus, George and John and headed up the stairs to the stage. Tammy just stood there with tears in her eyes. I walked up to her and put my arms around her and hugged her.

It was unbelievable how quiet it became. Tammy walked me over to where she had a chair at center stage for her act. She asked me to sit down. I was wearing shorts because of the cast.

After sitting down I couldn't believe she straddled me like you do for a lap dance. She put her arms around my neck and kissed me passionately. By instinct I put both of my hands under her beautiful bubble ass and pulled her into me.

All of a sudden there was all kinds of applause. Maybe they thought I was part of the act but later we realized that someone got past the untouchable one. "Tammy, I love you and don't want other men looking at you like this."

She smiled at me. "It was the one thing that I was afraid of that you didn't mind if I performed. I needed for you to tell me no, that I was your woman and your woman only."

We both got up and left the stage. Tammy didn't even take time to check her tip buckets which men were putting money in. She grabbed her clothes and suitcase and we went out the back door. She was still in her pajamas. We got in my truck and I asked her, "Where to?"

She looked at me and smiled. "Let's go to your place."

When we got there we went inside. I took her in my arms and kissed her. She told me to take off my shorts and get naked. I didn't hesitate. I sat on the edge of the bed and removed my clothes. I still had the cast on my leg as I moved to the center of the bed.

Tammy took off the bottom part of her pajamas and got on the bed with me. "You better really love me or my brothers will kill you," Tammy said with tears in her eyes. "If they don't I will," she said as she mounted me.

I watched as she lowered herself down on my shaft. I could see her red muff glistening as she began moving up and down. Her juices covering my cock and running down onto my pelvic area. Damn! She was so hot.

"Tammy, I've never loved anyone the way I love you." She reached up and took off her top.

I saw those beautiful puffy titties close up and personal. She leaned forward so I could take each one in my mouth. They felt every bit as good as I had imagined. I sucked one then the other.

I couldn't hold back any longer as I came hard in her. She smiled so I knew she felt it. She planted her pussy down hard on my cock and as I was coming, so was she.

She screamed out, "I love you Bill! God, I'm coming!"

She rubbed and rubbed her clit against me with my cock buried in her. We were both sweating as she lay down on me with my cock still buried in her. A few minutes later she rolled off of me and lay on my arm as we cuddled, covered up with a sheet and went to sleep.

We woke up Saturday morning about the same time. I watched her beautiful ass as she went to take a shower. She looked back and me, smiled and shook her booty. Damn! I loved her and was hoping that the night before was a new beginning for both of us.

After getting out of the shower and before dressing she came to the bedside and said, "Now do you believe I love you?" and kissed me. She told me I needed a shower but I wasn't going to go take one until part of her body was clothed. It made her laugh, me watching her dress.

After I got out of the shower I asked her what we were going to do today. She told me since her boyfriend told her she was through working at the club that she was going to make a few calls and then I was going to take her to her parents' home and she was going to introduce me to her family.

A few months back she had leased a nice condo and lived by herself. Between work, studies and the gym she didn't do much else. She would go see her parents whenever she found time. Of course they never knew about her past but they did wonder why she didn't date or at least bring a guy home for them to meet.

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While I took my shower and got dressed she was making a number of phone calls. We left for Columbus around noon. She looked so great. She told me it was all right to wear shorts since I had the cast but to wear a nice shirt.

I couldn't believe the beautiful house where her parents lived. There were a few cars parked at the house. None of them cheap. We went inside and was greeted by her mother. If it's true what they say about if you want to know what a daughter will look like when she gets older than take a good look at her mother, I would be a very happy man.

Dr. O'Malley was a beautiful red haired woman just like her daughter. "Mom, you always say I never bring anyone home for you to meet. This is Bill; he's a very good friend. In fact he's my boyfriend." 

Her mom smiled at me and asked how we met. Before I could say anything Tammy told her I was one of her patients and we got to know each other. I told her mother it was nice to meet her.

We then walked into a huge living room where a number of people were. They were all staring at us. Just by looking at them I could tell they were all professional people. It just showed.

"Bill, I want you to meet my family. Family this is Bill, my boyfriend. Before you interrogate him I'll tell you he owns a beer delivery route in Findley. We're not sure exactly what our future plans are so please don't scare him to death." 

She then introduced me to her father, two uncles and aunts, and she introduced me to Tim, her younger brother. "You've probably seen Tim at the hospital," said Tammy. I shook his hand and said hi to his wife and kids. He gave me a look, but not necessarily a smile.

"This is Danny, my oldest brother. I should let you know that he thinks he's my bodyguard, but his bark is much worse then his bite." After hearing about him I had my doubts about his bite.

"Welcome Lad," he said to me. "You take care of my little sister; she's our pride and joy." I felt like it was a warning.

"Mr. O'Malley," I said to Danny. "I would never let anything happen to her. You see, I really do love her." I got a little smile from Danny and a kiss from Tammy.

That was the start of us being together.

On Monday when I started back to work I went in to talk to the distribution's owner. I told him I would like to sell my distribution area and buy one in or near Columbus.

"Bill, I would have no problem selling your area and I do have one that's for sale outside of Columbus but seeing it's in a college community area the price is near triple what yours is worth. If you can come up with the money we can make it happen."

I just didn't have the funds available, so I asked the distributor if I could make a down payment using my area and make monthly payments of half my profits each month till I pay the account off. He told me in so many words that he had this deal with the bank: the bank doesn't sell beer, and he doesn't lend money.

I made a trip to see Tammy later that week. She asked me why I was so down. I told her of the offer and I was pretty much turned down. She told me she would give me the money.

"No way, I'll find another way. I'm not taking your money," I said.

I went home wondering where I could get that kind of money. My parents gave me the money for the area I had now and I just got done paying it back. I didn't want to turn around and borrow twice that amount from them.

When I thought all was lost I got a call from the distributor. He asked me to come in and see him. After I finished my route I went to his office.

"Bill, I was talking to a few people and we will be willing to accept your offer. Your area as a down payment and then monthly payments on the other two-thirds of the remaining balance."

I was happy as could be. All the transactions would take place the following month and I would take over my new area. After we finished signing the papers and shaking hands, Terrance O'Neill the distributor asked me a question.

"Why didn't you tell me you were friends with Danny O'Malley?"

"I didn't know it was that important. If all works out well I hope he is my future brother."

I left the office and called Tammy. "Honey, the deal went through. Let's go out to dinner and celebrate. By the way, I think your brother had something to do with it."

I could feel her smile over the phone. "I told you his bark was worse then his bite." I still didn't believe that as I headed to Columbus to meet the woman I loved.

Epilogue:

It's been three months since I moved to Columbus. Tammy is now a resident doctor at Ohio State Hospital. I moved into her apartment and things couldn't be better. We will be getting married next year. Her family accepted me for who I am.

My parents love her and Dad told me I was one lucky man. He was telling all his friends that his son is marrying a doctor. Tammy and I both stayed with the story that we met in the hospital room.

As far as being a voyeur goes I got the best looking woman at home to see whenever I want. As for her being an exhibitionist, I told her she could take off her clothes for me whenever she wants to but her body is only for me to see.

We both laugh when we talk about it. One thing is for sure, we always tell each other the truth. Trust is something we both believe in.

Her brothers and I did have a talk and her past will never be discussed. They also thanked me for saving their little sister. I explained to them that we saved each other. The day I met her my life was changed and I couldn't see my life without her.

Lucy and Ted will be getting married in a couple of months. We're really happy for them. We haven't seen Mel since the day we walked out of the club. Danny told us that Mel is a very trusted employee and we would never have to worry about him. Danny's word is good enough for us.

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I hope you enjoyed this story.

Comments are welcome and appreciated.

DG Hear